Loves Poems - Poems about Loves

He walked in barefoot, smelling like the sun— like orange peel and smoke and something green. His voice was low, like rivers when they run through woods where no one living’s ever been. He said my name as if it meant a spell, and touched my wrist like light through tangled leaves. The world grew still—the sky, the heat, the bell of...

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The day seems so right, then comes the dark night. Love brings happiness, and the loss sadness. Mothers raise their young, the rest left to Jung. The news sells the lies, for the lord of flies. The look in loves eyes, when grey turns blue skies. For life is the lure, and death... is the cure! ...

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III. Shorty Rico continues. D. She withholds the fact that Shorty Rico's ex- Female friend was pregant and had moved away. She became pregant and disided to ...

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I am the girl who loves too much. The one who bakes brownies instead of saying, "I miss you," because sometimes sugar feels safer than truth. The one who writes long birthday cards and sends postcards filled with drawings, because my words can be too heavy, but my heart refuses to stay silent. I fill pages with prayers, scribbled in hand-written cards with too...

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I fed my pride by killing loves, seeking refuge in the cold of my gaze, And I accept the sentence of winter that embraces my soul with icy claws, A jester to many, an inspiration to few, I was an actor on the gods' stage, I comported myself both fearfully and nobly, seeking a truth hidden among the...

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Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud 25/06/25 Puddle-jump stomp step. Squeals of joy – can’t stop. Little kids frolic in a gumboot dance! Plip plop! Drip... drop... drip! ...

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Kidnapping your love, is not a good plan, because it will no longer be love it will be a forced plan. Not a love that is given, but one that is controlled, by the one that is taken. Taken away from all their life, giving them no sun or shade to grow and feel nice....

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Loves, kick out all the bad in your brain, don’t let other take up space in your brain. Tell them you have no place, for their games. They pretend to care, but only want to cause you fear. They play mind games, to try to control you, and make you have fear. Life is like...

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Love is the reflection of Our Father Prayer is the engine of truth The Lord Jesus calls the lost He paid the cost at Calvary for everyone What seems lost is most appropriate for His purpose. He will make it possible when it seems impossible! He joins you with God the Father and Grants His Holy Spirit We must know that the...

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Sunshine loved her daisies, lilies, daffodils and such Why do you love these florals so extremely much? I think because my rays help them to grow but I’m not sure. Actually, Sunshine had a kind heart, it was innocent and pure. She gathered up some flowers, and ran with them uphill. Threw them into the air, and watched them trickle...

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She was an advocate of blood-sucking leeches, my aunt A wish to be tortured, she would gladly and quickly grant Her leeches are ready; they love sucking human blood I would rather jump into a tornado or be carried off in a flood....

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How do I know what true love is? Is it the effervescent warm glow? Is it the loyalty and respect of masters pup? Is it the fire of passion that waves uncontrollably? Is my love truly in love with me? How do two people to love each other equally? Do they take turns like musical chairs? Do they have to complete each...

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The prison cell was the best place Hector had ever lived He relished his solitude He had never had silence in a foster home or a group home Hector was at peace Glad to be here Grateful for this quietude Then he got a roommate...

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Blessed is the one unashamed to stand for Christ. I’m not perfect, I’ll never be. But repping Christ ain’t about perfection It’s about running to the well of life, To the one who is perfect, Who is life. He’s the one who gives life, Who shapes broken vessels into his likeness. So come – come with your voice, Come with your gifts, your hands...

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