Made Use Of(P) Poems - Poems about Made Use Of(P)

I can't escape hearing the voices. Even when, I myself, am utterly alone, Even when the plea for peace, is threadbare, shredded into tatters of shrugged-off 'don't matters'. The child I once was, clamors for wonder, mischief, and make-believe. The critic leans back, arms-crossed, primed to tear down every armistice deal. The dreamer scatters blueprints made of butterfly wings, stalling, stalling, for happenstance to...

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The Stubborn Heart” Stubborn as stone, he stands his ground, Words like rivers, he won't let them drown. Eyes set firm, with fire and pride, Even truth must wait till he's tried. He sees threats wherever he may go, Every word—a weapon poised to throw. Sharp as knives, his cold replies, Send chills down spines and truth to lies. He hides his pain, but...

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I want slow mornings, bread rising in the oven, little feet padding across the floor, a Bible open beside my coffee. I want to home school my children at the kitchen table with crayons and scripture, to teach them about fractions and forgiveness in the same breath, to let wonder lead the way. I want to be the wife who lights candles at dinner, who...

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New eyes I'd never seen Caught my attention like no other A new voice, unfamiliar- A voice I wanted to know. A look, a smile, a wave, And a "hey." A voice that was now familiar, And sounded like no other. From every now and then To always together- A stranger I never thought I'd know Is now the person I never leave alone. A walk, a...

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Alone I rot, yet no one cares to see, The darkness deep within me. I reach for loving hands, Yet all I get is emptiness in these dark lands. My voice is lost like whispers on the sea. The wind may howl, But no one will think of me. I am a forgotten soul, Never to feel whole. They dance in warmth, while night...

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My love for you is like a crashing plane: exhilarating pace, without control: you’re equatorial around the pole. Why meet my sunshine with torrential rain? My heart is Dealey Plaza, you’re on Main. I often think destruction is your goal - you seem to me a well-intentioned troll. Profundities, once uttered, are inane: your utterances, colourfully drab, are tart as custard, sweet as succotash: your...

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She wasn’t just beautiful— she was the pause between two heartbeats, the way the moonlight lands softly on a world too harsh for light. Her eyes held galaxies, but not the loud, burning kind— the quiet ones, where stars learn to listen before they shine. Her smile wasn’t just a curve— it was a promise, a soft unraveling of every storm I’d ever carried. She spoke in silences that...

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There are choices I've made that no longer speak, but scream within me, Like winds lost in a violent storm, stirring my silent soul, I cannot return to them, cannot mend them, but they pass over me, Like cold shadows slipping across warm skin, leaving sensations of untamed longing. I regret them in ways for which I have no...

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I never thought about this time, Neither I planned it, And here I am; Inside of a wave, That’s pushing me by. And the fight is reigning, Even though I’d never wanted to war; And the tears are falling, Even though I never thought I wanted to cry. The veil of the night, It’s covering my eyes, And the voice of despair; Leaves me alone, In a bed...

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Inspired by love, light, wishes. Today I made a wish for you By Michelle Morris 21/06/2025 Today I made a wish for you A wish that all your dreams come true That stars shine brighter in the night Reminding you of your inner light That angels surround you night and day God's blessings to shower as you pray That you'll...

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Peacefully they had marched on Voices raised, not fists Pleading for freedom, For a chance to breathe without fear. But what truly is freedom? Is it worth twelve million displaced souls Cities leveled into dust And dreams buried beneath rubble? What began as peaceful Became a wound the world blinked past Sores etched into memory Scars broadcast, then forgotten. The headlines have moved on But the grief remains Mothers...

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Everyone was fine until they ate the last slice. Before the sugar was poured twice. Lastly, it’s horrible like general sweating. Waiting and regretting. Everyone had fur, like a werewolf. I had nothing except a hat from golf. Cranky portraits on the wall. I somehow used to be tall. Until the shrink ray passed through....

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They called her triple scoop at school cuz she was kind of plump she was made of ice cream, so all day long she ran and ran and ran Sliding in and out of freezers just to gather herself up in a clump They called her "Dairy Queen Of Junior High" she...

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Awakening humanity.' Struggling within the breadth and depth of possibility's revelling in those possibility's and also an Obstinancy.' Blood-soaked actions stoking their reality wanderers all' Lost leaders exploring so much iniquity bursts of good; with some intensity! Travelling in orbits so Habitually. Builders of edifices in great vanity' until redemption through the veil of flesh; to humanity.'...

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What was I made for? I was made to be God's poet Every day Writing some poetry With my poems I hope to send A message to the world That is in trouble I hope the God's people Gets my message That I am trying So hard To send to them I seem so many poverty In the streets of Toronto The poor people During the Summer Sleeps in the street Of Toronto Also...

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