Make Full Poems - Poems about Make Full

Summer Bliss Hiku 40 ...

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You came through quiet and refreshing like a gentle spring breeze. Far away enough from winter’s dreary wear, and soon upon us like the brightness of the summer sun. Just as days passed into years and years into decades, the time with you seemed to be a slow-motion blink, the kind where you have a...

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Sitting under a full moon I begin to think I think about how lucky the moon is Sitting high in the midnight sky Not a worry in the world I think about what it would be like to be the moon I light up the night sky To emit my glow and energy upon the world Lighting the way for those seeking home Then,...

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sky cracked hunchback moon spreads her bed window soft glow staging chasing nighttime lifetime coming going sleep tears sleep fears brim full hollow...

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At the age when I should have been carrying a backpack full of dreams and deadlines, I carry insomnia stitched under my eyes like war medals for which no one applauds, They tell me "it's just a phase," but what if it's actually the story of my life? What if this is all I'll ever have, a sky...

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Bowed down in prayer True contrition poured out there, Then love filled the air!...

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When Hell Is Full** Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing, leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth— like a can of Grace corned beef with stale onions, drizzled with oil; it was tolerable at the time. Years have passed, yet those thoughts still send chills down my spine. I utterly...

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a tiny drizzle or an avalanche of water cascading like Niagara Falls? April is giving us a joyful nod, emptying her clouds one at a time Clothes on the line went from being sprinkled to saturated robins had been hopping happily; now they are in hiding I was dancing with joy for the garden and I needed rain But this...

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A mind so busy My eyes are fuzzy My gates seems rusty My soul a bit frenzy... ... A bucket full of tears... Each moment in life Creates memories we strife A tear of joy or sadness I'm forever fearless With a satisfied fullness Thanks to God's greatness But deep down my soul Is a bucket full of tears like a...

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M-oon A-gain R-eveals Y-onder's A-ncient N-ight's N-ew A-ura, V-eiling E-very R-adiant O-utlook, N-ever I-n C-alm A-byss G-uiding U-s E-tenally V-ia A-lways R-eflective R-ays A-bove ©bfa060425 Monocrostic (Birthday of Maryanna Veronica Guevarra)...

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Infinite world, my only escape. Infinite world, the life I hate. My hand is cramping as I write. But I don’t care. I still fight. The lead is scraping paper thin, Slicing air with every spin. Infinite world, my one place. Infinite world, my only safe space. My pencil was once unused, Unmarked, clean, and unbruised. My hand was once unsure, Quiet, soft, and insecure. Not that...

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Horn Bull Full of Wool Haiku has been a big bull who with Trump there is much pull always will be full How about that one?...

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As Voltaire might have said, “ And yet it all works” Did you know, dear friends, that our galaxy Dash through space, at a speed of 2.3 million kilometres per hour, How does it not disintegrate? Why does the sun keep shining? How the earth turns around sun While it is also running at 2.3 million km/h? I know, there is in this perfect...

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Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused. — Paulo Coelho When first I'd peered into his dark brooding eyes there was an undercurrent, fathoms deep pulling me in. It...

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On a night with a full moon, when the wind whispers forgotten stories, I sit by the river that flows endlessly, like my thoughts, And I feel time dissolve, like mist under the gentle rays of morning, I feel the silence become a song of birds lost in the horizon, I feel the grass beneath my feet telling tales...

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