May Poems | Examples of May Poetry

Another morning gone. The warp and weft of kids and errands seems a sort of theft. I love to listen to the phone-in show, Peoria Euphoria K Seven, Illinois, the kind of thing that housewives can enjoy - Andrea Doria, Eva Longoria - but parents don’t have rights. I’ve got to go. Another morning spent. The spare room painted. I poured the soup...

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May my heart remain silent, like a stone in a river, No longer beating in rhythm with your memory, no longer feeling Neither longing, nor love, nor time passing over The shadows that stretch, long and cold, over The past that secretly envelops me, like a veil Of mist under which the soul gets lost, deepening In the melancholy of an...

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I cannot stand to be inside today the air opens up my lungs refreshing breeze makes me want to sing I give thanks to God for making me so sick, I was forced to retire I have missed so many gorgeous May days wasted years of my time walking on cement floors breathing stale inside work air spending my evenings in front of a...

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Never still the mind of God.' continual motion Growth of purpose' rythem of love, making..' man and woman' comes from above.' Growth of grass Errosion of cliffs.' Waves upon oceons work To shift..Grit in oyster, kernel growth.' Denotes Wisdom and tears..Indeed; my oath.! Wind that moves Emotions to change; sadness to elation such A range.. Snail or Eagle slow or fleet Earth...

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our yard is creeping with dandelions clover and wild thistle growing too soon it will be camouflage for full grown lions black pumas, spotted leopards and king of the lions too...

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Say goodbye to May, ...

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I've been fed a prune of life, Spooned it silver, everlasting. I spat it out to seek a knife, To chop and cease it of forecasting. The birth is reason as much itself: Not 'yond the self conceived. Wrote for book on busy shelf, Whose tales unread aren't grieved....

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He slipped away? Or did they take him? Stranger things have happened, have they not? Why do I ask so many questions of myself? Or am I asking questions of him? I could make statements. He went off of his own accord. This is one of his stranger happenings. I have to ask so many questions. So, this could be a question. Or is...

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May your new day be always beautiful May your life be ever so good and sweet May you receive favor and blessings, from on high in our Father's Glory, Faith, Hope and Peace Love Always May I Acknowledged 07/14/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025© ...

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Come What May... When tears don’t say – because you pray It will be okay, when you see the light of day Time will reveal, the story of His will Whatever comes, whatever sorrow – so still I know the music of His grace in each glimpse of His face Glimpses of hope, portrayed on the sunrise, in the stars Glimpses of...

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Inspired by Jodi Ann Bickley IG: jodiannbickley Blessings, Hugs, Love and Light. May Hope and Faith set you free By Michelle Morris 29/06/2025 You read a poem about the Good Bones And I could feel your sadness Those words about unkind people How the World was filled with madness But even if there's just one One little Light in the Dark It can create a ripple Ignite...

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small baby steps, one at a time take us to our destination ladder of life let’s slowly climb at peace in tranquil cessation we dwell in form by night and day and therefore we are hypnotised but in the void of cessation truth of God can be realised let us celebrate the stages of our spiritual ascent inspired by counsel of sages to accord love...

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May flowers warm air may baskets dafodills tulip fest graduation post prom parties senior skip day balmy weather preparing garden sandals and beaches a summer romance memorial day veterans in parade...

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There are towel-drying winds. parks grow soggy with small dogs. May is an old man riding a bike backwards. It is oil for the broken engine in the barn. Wetness folds this way and that the sky unzips a larkish sunshine. We hear nestlings in their reservoirs of dew. New life bubbles in puddles, the green and tufted arrive out of nowhere, boys' fish...

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You May Not Like This There Is No Bossy Boss Giving Orders To The Innocent. I Love It. -Gray Squirrel 06-11-2025 ...

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