Living(A) Poems - Poems about Living(A)

I am living la vida loca Every single day here on earth Also I am already used to that I enjoy living every single day La vida loca Yes I am having a busy life That is la vida loca Every day first thing in the morning When I wake up I pray for my Father I thank my father For keeping me alive today Also...

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“we estimate tomorrow’s rainfall to be between two and 88 inches.” that weatherman’s bound to be right, I told my husband. “not if it doesn’t rain,” he replied. “Or if it rains less than two inches,” said my mother. The perils of watching TV with two critical thinkers....

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Living life each day come what may is a choice I make but I feel like a fake because I am heartbroken and although not outspoken My pain is screaming and I am dreaming of the day that grief will only take up a brief part of my life and not be the center of me ...

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But not the interminably hopeless daddy longlegs some say cellar spiders also know as the cranefly lurking amidst the shower curtain then flapping wildly all around my hat just not first thing on a Monday morning when stark staring and uncoffeed thus it must be duly despatched with an implement humanely and meanwhile the water's spraying in all directions Later on leaving my nosy neighbour...

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Life in the phase of living it out is still enjoying itself It produces small reasons for contentment It hones the skill of distracting itself with trifles Not unsuccessfully it attempts to insert a smile wherever possible Knowing that there are no hopes, it hopes In full accordance with the foolish saying that hope dies last Life tries to become more...

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Perhaps in wanting to understand We must abandon wonder Whether willingly for the sake of rigour and strength Or unwillingly surrendering to the unexplained In those bylanes in order to explain We study, observe dissect Practise reductionism to the last atom After that when the head rises up again Devoid of wonder, innocent lost It sees...

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"Im not doing this because you told me to Im doing this because I feel sorry for you" No, you don't. You want love. You want acceptance. You're scared it isn't real Scrapes and bare bones wilting in your soul Waiting for your joy to steal No home to call your own The eyes are windows to a world inside You...

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Beauty is in the mastery of the life your have created for yourself the interests and passions you've delved into culminating in the unique individual you've become you are the tapestry of your life's work...

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Yesterday is wrapped loosely in the barbs and silky vapor of memory Tomorrow is a Mahogony wall of steep hope slippery anxiety - the what if ascensions and virtual vertical falls the Present is a awkward roll on an ocean of crimson crests and sable troughs perfumed sails and bow crushing sirens flashes of flippers and fins- sudden slashes and clicks the tapestry of...

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a stranger in familiar land      my blood too sings from the cracks of cobbled...

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I tried the blade, but it was too cold to follow through. I considered water, but I wish to leave looking like me. Rope seemed too staged—too dramatic. Gravity breaks every waking bone. Pills just make you ache and vomit. In the end, it’s easier to endure than escape....

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R-accoons E-xpress Y-outhful L-ife's E-nigmas, N-aturally P-rowling A-midst L-ong E-venings, N-osing C-unningly I-nside A-bysses ©bfa061525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Reylen O. Palencia)...

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Love was once a wild fire, a living flame igniting every touch with the brightness of night, We spoke in warmth, in whispered desires, with hearts beating wildly and hands tracing the fire’s path, But love is not meant to remain a flame, not a spark that burns and flickers always the same, It softens, deepens, learns to...

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Paul Hogan now..A battler thats true' tall tails and long days, The crocks could tell you.. Also' painter on the bridge Over Sydney town, tested and tried.' Yet still not bested.' The taxman wanted to make him Pay up' yet in the end?? Houges; just shot 'em down.'!...

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I saw a Man today as he walked the hill Tears and drops of blood did equal spill From brutally torn flesh and eyes of pain I saw a Man today my inadequate refrain I saw a Man today unjustly convicted His trial was short and clearly scripted The verdict assured without any proof I saw a Man today who spoke only...

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