Less Poems - Poems about Less

Darkness is scary, not only because it contains the unknown, but because it IS the unknown. It can infest, transform, manipulate and takeover our souls. Darkness is scary, because we can become so damaged, lost, and insecure that we forget who we really are, and begin producing a dull and damaged personality. It only takes...

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My new verse takes less than 30 seconds to read, unless you're a very slow reader indeed. But from the very first word to the very last, I assure you, the read will go so exceedingly fast, you might even miss that you're having a blast. ...

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The doorbell rings less As dust assembles On once polished seats The old coffee pot Misses a few beats As cups gather hopefully Voices linger Held by the silence Seeking a response The phone chimes A face time visitor Fulfilling a duty Soon they will share Unvalidated memories Speak of love Their words will be lost In the silence ...

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The muscles tire, eyes turn blank. The heart is afraid, the mind overflows. We’re meant to defeat them all — why did you stop growing?...

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If you could find beauty in a piece of chalk, Others may not find you worth their talk, But you know that you are the one, And like you-there are just a few or none. The beauty cannot be hidden, It can create a smile in the face of even the bed-ridden, All you need is to enjoy it, And find if...

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The crack of a twig..' Some snickers, there's natter.' Double cream underJam with seeds; just homely feeds.' A duck on a piano, under willow fronds in Devon; England.'...

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I'm just a human, nothing more, nothing less, Drowned in dreams that life will not confess. Weary of the burden of the world's empty demands, Breaking my soul with invisible hands. No savior, no hero, I'm just a man. The incantation is carved in my ribs, Swirled in my veins, Woven through the fibers of destiny. I called you once, and I'll call...

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Every sunset Give us one day Less to live by....

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Focus each blessing, Less stressing, Cast our own spelling!...

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Removing the 'u' from 'Aussie' pares its chassis down to a 'chassie' ......

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There’s too little in life to bestow boon, So much pain to rob us the warmth of noon, So, to inject some fun, Warmth to winter’s dull sun, To honour tradition At a sub-way station, Impart levity to one afternoon, Let’s look pant-less silly-- All us, Tom and Billy. __________________ Happenings|24.01.2025| humour, laughter, fun Poet’s note: no trousers tube ride was first held in...

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You found me. Sharp and messy like broken glass, Thrown too many times. But quickly, you secured me, Made me bubbly once more. Instead of crying, I laughed… I smiled. A gear shifted inside me. Suddenly, life was all about you, Never leaving my mind. I was always happy with you. Even when I was down, “Baby, it’s alright.” Up and up I went. A high, intoxicated feeling. But...

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Make Less in Size I can male less in size my left thumb, my left little toe, the cracks in all my metacarpals, and my thin, brown unnoticeable eyebrows. ...

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An artist paints until their hand remembers a shape, then a style. Their work is then remembered for centuries, forever heralded in galleries. Mistakes shape the character of the one who makes them. An artist's memory shapes the style of the one who practiced. Mistakes are just as beautiful as art. They each have their own style. They are shaped...

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Full moons fill you with joy, seldom the New, And pleasure you conceive as good, not pain, Let me like New Moon that stars can I view, As some poets devise ways pain to feign, Which, helps them pen dirges and elegies, Funeral hymns and odes of laments long, Let them. Days-nights on an eternal lease, One can’t be...

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