Maybe Poems - Poems about Maybe

In dawn's hushed oozy mist truths seem soft and gentle so unsure of themselves they become blurred shapeless with no hold, knurl or grip to bring into focus...

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I paint a whimsy in my mind, A quiet place and pretty, Where I can simply dream Child-like without the nitty-gritty Of the city's less then kind imagination. In reverie, the gurus say, the mind Will try visualization, the machinations Of the Universe, or so it may seem, But in truth it's just an aberration Of Reality's unending hallucination! ...

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maybe one day, in another time, another universe, the little girl in me doesn’t feel so deeply. maybe she learns to balance her emotions so she won’t end up getting so hurt every time. anything remotely upsetting in her life, makes her sad for weeks on end. enough to the point where she won’t eat....

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A parrot, a toucan, a horse’s head, and a girl in red shoes follow a manikin walking like an Egyptian into the room where I used to dream. None of them speak. They just rearrange the brushes on the table and wait for me to notice what I left undone. The Virgin of Guadalupe smiles at their shenanigans— a parrot on her shoulder now, the manikin offering a rainbow shoelace, like a...

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Maybe all this time I have never loved anyone, Even God above—but I asked Him to change my personality into a wise and loving human being, And prevent me from wasting something rare, So that I don't feel lonely anymore...

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Maybe one day, my pain will go away Maybe one day, I’ll feel the healing someday Maybe One Day Maybe one day, the bad memories will flee Maybe one day, my thoughts will be stress free Maybe One Day Maybe one day, my heart will not hurt anymore Maybe one day, it will be filled up with...

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Don’t wait for a trumpet when the breath in your lungs is already shouting. Don’t wait for a sky to tear when your soul is already trembling. The signs are not in the clouds, they’re in your compromise. The delay is not His it’s yours. You think you’ve got time? You think your youth is a shield? You gamble eternity on...

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Maybe I don't understand love, an enigma that entangles my soul like a thick fog, For in the moment I think I've found that person, reality slips through my fingers, When I feel like I love, it turns out to be just an illusion, a fleeting dream that unravels, And when I trust and love with all my...

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Maybe I Shouldn't've Said Anything The Clouds Look Happy Again. Whatever That Means... See 'Em Smile? Maybe I Should Have Said Something. -Gray Squirrel 05-13-2025...

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Maybe death is like silence A space to devour all that wasn't wanted On earth...

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The color blue Is soft and bright. Maybe that's why It's your favorite color. You're favorite meal Is simple and easy. Maybe that's why It's always your first choice. Maybe that's why You like that girl. Because she's all those thing And much more. Maybe if I could be something else I'd be your first choice Maybe if I was someone else You would favor me....

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Free Will Maybe No Matter How Bad It Itches, You Don't Hafta Scratch. Seriously? -Gray Squirrel 05-01-2025...

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I bought me a horse from a feller named Clyde, said, "She’s gentle and sweet, just a joy for to ride." Well, "Maybe" she was, and maybe she weren't-- the first thing she did was dump me in dirt. I saddled up hopeful, boots shiny and proud, "Maybe" just yawned and sat down on the ground. I pulled, and I pushed,...

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All I have to do to keep loving you is to play that game like you always do. You hide your love cause you were hurt before, so you measure our love like a game to score. You stood by my side till you took me for a ride I couldn't have imagined it so, You told me that...

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Growing up in a loving family of seven— church on Sundays, bare feet running wild, sharing a tricycle with three— double the fun, one standing behind the seat. Dreaming of white dresses and Prince Charming, following my dreams, praying in church to a God so giving. Marveling at trees, sunrises, sunsets, the deep blue sea— His touch lingering in the beauty of life, painting a picture so...

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