Line Of Life Poems - Poems about Line Of Life

...Holding a butterfly in your own fist Is the bottom line of life and freedom Squeeze harder the butterfly would die Letting the butterfly fly is his right Not turn cemetery of beautiful moments L......

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...I think I am nineteen some days, twelve others. Seventy is no biggie, but if I had my druthers… I would not have arthritis in both of my knees. I tell my daughters to grab everything that they see......

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...I traveled up the sacred mountain Looking for the connection to my soul I know that you have been waiting there For forty long years, your passion has grown Cold and you are looking a bit old Bu......

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...Remember November, the start of Winter, The slow coming through the cold— Where the pure its celestial gift see A bare, broken essence that is timeless, old. The snow begins its fall after Fal......

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...Just for attention We live in a world of social distraction So many new bloggers All over the media Casting out alot information true or false I wonder what your mind consume I wonder who inf......

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...Soldiers My father and mother were soldiers. My uncle was a soldier. His helicopter was flying towards his soul. My mother and father were injured and died. They were lost in the brutal traces......

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...In this line of life a parallel listed standing in realities trying to breathe Enclosed in a circle surrounded by people who are broken Corralled in perplexities trying to find my due f......

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...in a thick milk bottle a dark green one which grandfather found on the beach after the war having inside a shriveled yellow paper without any drawing without any inscription the grandmother's a......

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...As it rains down and conducting a very small sound. Also cleansing off what ever it come’s to land apoun . As it pours down apoun the city rinseing nothing but the dirty sinning. As all comes cl......

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...My Lost Dear Our Forest Cries Our forest cries My little dear In spite of tears The lone nature does howl On one side sits a lake with ducks Sitting along the tree line of life And under bu......

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...Soul stripped. Flesh ripped. Hope lost. Time moves on not heeding the cost. Hurt buried aside in the ditch. Anger flares like a flip of the switch. Fist tenses, Wrenching blood fr......

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...I miss the snow ... well, not really, just a little. A snowflake's long flight from birth to death. But is it end? To serve to our amusement? Or transformation, that's not for us to get? . A sno......

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...Lately, I've become accustomed to the way the cold world and how it effects me Each time I go out in society or hear the wind being cut by the broad edged of my personality They have no choice bu......

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...Dancing Numbers Numbers dance in space upon the wall of distant nebulae Lower digits do the limbo under digit trees on Earth Produce a number of rumbas in the process Baby ones and twos run thr......

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...Antarctica (Ernest Shackleton tribute) To your shores came as a pilgrim Knowing that I wasn’t welcome All I wanted was to walk Across your land of ice and rock But you trapped my ship in ice Blew c......

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