Looking Poems - Poems about Looking

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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"A Cemetery Can Take Your Breath Away. Watch Out Where You Walk." By Poet When I travel I love taking photos, of cemeteries and of a pretty rose. Sometimes the picture gets my painted toes, or maybe even my nose. On one trip I took a long flight, when looking at my photos I saw a bright light. Taken in the daytime...

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As I get closer to see things I only see the details of it Scrutiny the mundane of its process Make judgement on the said observation But when I see things at far end I see clearly the whole beauty of it The distance is clearly seen as photograph In the eyes of my lenses I wonder I make judgement as I see...

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The ceiling blinked first—it told me I was looking up too much, time laughed in a corner, counting backwards just to mock me, my shadow packed its bags and left a sticky note: "You're thinking too hard. I need air." The fan above spun secrets, whispering in Morse code, I'm not sure if it cursed me or told me the...

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Looking Never Found. When did the searching start ? Perhaps at the very first beat, of an innocent, uncorrupted, heart. Perhaps a dark nights lullaby rhyme? When the seekers eyes, were unblinded, or in that soothing voice counting time. Maybe in that sunlights far flung view? Looking for vague external questions, to quench a thirst, raw and bitter to you. Maybe waves of...

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