Left(A) Poems - Poems about Left(A)

This weather's got my notebook sweating, so I apologize for the wrinkled pages. This note's intended for the lonely- for those people who don't have anyone to put cute little notes in their lunchboxes, or for those children whose parents send them to school hungry. I just wanted to remind you that: you're the greatest...

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A celebration of heroes and heroines, dead and living. They sold their lives For the price of nothing And surrendered their entire being - Spirit: They pleaded with God For His intervention In alleviating man's troubles They wrestled with forces That caused people to err - Soul: They showed their love And donated their hearts They cried for those in anguish...

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A silk top I asked Santa Claus for! How did Mr. Claus handle that chore? On that beautiful silk I found stains from spilled milk. Milk and cookies for Santa? No MORE! Nov. 17, 2022 For Tania Kitchin's A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest...

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The two brothers had stayed up late Hoping to catch a glimpse of Santa Maybe they had hoped to get his photo. Santa slipped their phone off the chair He took a quick selfie and laid it back down. They would no doubt be delighted in the morning...

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Here I come Catch me if I stumble Embrace my originality Fall deeply in love with my soul Never stop holding me I have come To a place of safety Secured in your arms Tucked in, in your heart I am yours forever Here I come Capture my love for you Indulge my inner senses Honour my endless dreams Never give up on me...

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the headstone reads In Loving Memory . . . though the clock of time ticks and ticks I will not forget for your death left a scar on the map of my soul dad- my heart swells with a sea of tears when I come to visit you in this place of cold stones the clouds sail happy...

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Long ago and far away — when and where I dare not say — a young lady left a place at a brisk and steady pace. She had seen and been through much. And although she'd stayed in touch with the normal and the sane, she could not forget the pain. She had tasted deep despair smelled the fair and the unfair, cried & laughed...

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There are lots to observe, and there are lots to explore A pen visiting a white paper, to meet and greet for more. I never could look back for a moment I love, but, I did treasure No queries will justify the answer, no specific way to measure. We used to color those cut ladies' fingers...

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I was talking to this middle-aged man this morning. I'd say he was probably in his upper fifties or so. He wore a grayish-white beard and he had a few prominent wrinkles on his tired looking face. His glasses were filthy and they sat half crooked on his nose. His hair stood straight up and...

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I left a world darkened by injustice and human absurdities That caused in the hearts of so many so many uncertainties. I heard “Never again” so many times, so much in vain. Will we ever be able to cease fire and ease the pain? I left a world gone mad, with poor choices mended too late. How small were some...

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My means are small My dreams are big My life is poor My soul is rich Fantasies are better left a lie Fantasies are better left a lie This world is gray Love is a loser's game Why should I play and just get more of the same... pain Fantasies are better left a lie Fantasies are better left a lie I loved and loved I poured...

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WHY THOMAS K THOMAS LEFT A SUICIDE NOTE Nothing left aside, He lay on his back Eyes fixed at ceiling fan. Reminiscence of Predicament Of travels in shade Sojournment in places many. Land of beautiful women Back waters, Port wine and pure lust Day of extravaganza Deep poverty and sickness Malaria and white gold Girl with wheat complexion Singing and swaying "By the rivers of Babylon .......................................... .................................... Song bringing sad notes. Trafficking...

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You lost your home, you can stay with me It depends on your mood, sometimes you're a she and sometimes a he Don't leave your unmentionables lying around My sense of smell is like that of a Bloodhound I must address this one thing I noticed in my bath tub you left a dirt ring...

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