Looking Poems - Poems about Looking

I stare at the girl through my looking glass. In her smile, self-deprecation sighs. Voices in her head whisper chaos, as she screams internally for attention, begging any deity above to save her. Oh dear, doesn't she know? The looking glass might just crack, from a world where fight becomes flight. She enforces principles of modesty in clothing- but is modesty the only veil...

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curvaceous model red headed and rubenesque statuesque beauty husbands dare not stare purposefully not looking under wives keen watch...

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songer.co/song/zhrrlz76f4svedppeqpsvle1 [Verse 1] You came by when the world got too loud, Eyes like rain, voice full of doubt. I didn’t ask — I just stayed, Held your silence like it had something to say. But I was always the place you’d land, Not the one you’d ever understand. [Chorus] And love… real love doesn’t hide, Doesn’t knock just when it’s cold outside. I didn’t know...

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Jesus painted a picture that I alone could see, no more was I considered a Doubting Thomas. Despite my many shortcomings He still loved me, and had given to me hope, truth, and promise. At times God has placed me on an uncertain path, it’s during these times he is testing my faith. Obedience is the key to avoiding God’s...

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Today, too many Christians have settled for Yahweh’s Promises Without experiencing the full power of Adonai The promises of Yahweh are True The Reality of Adonai is the fulfillment of those Promises Adonai is the Ruler, Master, and Owner He has the final say As we pray, we surrender our lives to Him! In his Kingdom, we have everything we need We...

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In the rush to satisfy one must think of himself ...

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cat claw marks on a tree long deep angry looking gouges a huge animal, possibly a leopard, tiger or lion I envision this beast sharpening her enormous claws maybe a velvety black puma with yellow eyes terrified, my hair stood straight up on end am I being watched from the shadows?...

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looking glass magic murky message barely seen who is the fairest threatening message from spirit or ancestor i wiped it away...

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I was eight years old the first time I realized, no one was coming to save me. That I could scream , until my throat bled raw, cry until my eyes swelled shut, beg until my knees bruised- against the floor, and still, no one would come. I learned young that love...

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Two formidable contenders are battling for the crown, each making grand promises. Where do we go wrong? What wisdom does our Bible impart about speaking in tongues? It's a reality that for one to win, another must lose; that’s the essence of this game change. We know that nothing will ever be the same again. ...

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Neutrality not this and not that a zone which is not a zone~ stories seem outside the zone and the seeker in the story looks for the zone which is not absent...

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Looking for the end of the search~ and it turns out the end of the search is already the Looking ...

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Amidst all the maylay we emerged like growing seeds immune to the harvest Time spent in darkness bought us things we needed during the purge Missing the past is absurd for it's just a memory of retained but forgotten words A grain of sand in an hourglass clearly shows us the material isn't meant to last What we do take with us are lessons of the past that mirror reflecting...

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they said it was the sun, but it was her eyes— blue like drowning, and I looked. I didn’t whistle, I didn’t speak, just looked. they dragged me out like a busted dog from a hot porch, shouting things even the devil would blush at. the rope was older than the tree, and the hate older than that. tell her I forgive her— but never them. ...

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A lunar luster spills a silvershine cascade of nebulating moonshine lilt onto a night-time field, drawing a quilt of pale radiance over the still vine. A myriad of glowing serpentine twines sleep.—but, slithering round its stout stilt, a wakeless plant is working out its tilt.— It’s fruit will not be ripe enough for wine. So see I, amidst the flourishing grape, the withering...

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