Me. Poems - Poems about Me.

give me the rhythm, a steady heartbeat birth pangs are closer, the pain on repeat music comes forth from creatures small and great fat raindrops drumming,a new age awaits wind whistles and moans through tall trembling trees the mountains bow down with weak shaky knees the heavens look on as stars light the way one foot in the sea, another in...

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Your whisper is in the burble of the spring stream. You pass through the internodes like rays through a prism. I have composed my lyrics. I would like to sing. My morphemes are coarse. Could you give me your rhythm? Aesthetics and passions amalgamate in me. My soul finds solace in your consoling bosom. Sentiments break within me, like waves of...

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Trees swaying in the breeze, with thick branches hanging over the land, carrying a solemn message for everyone. The roots run firmly into the ground and the extend troughout the town and form a cluster that no one can see, soon or later they will come pining after thee , get your pen and...

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oh love i am restored while you leave your footprints upon the black sandy shore because these are the windmills in my mind here to restore me ...

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When I was a girl with ribboned dreams, I saw myself on TV screens. A mic in hand, a voice so clear, Telling stories the world would hear. I loved the sound of words I spoke— Not for praise, or selfish hope, But because each word I dared to say Meant I was real, in some small way. But life, it shifts like...

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2024.5.26 Sunday, My house was broke in. The next day, you messaged me "Good morning". Two hours later, I explained about the robbery. "Invaded?? i went past and saw The police van this morning. I was a bit worried that Something might have happened." From that day, every evening, You came to my place and stay till quite late. You made sure I was protected, Until...

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A fragile heart laments these lifeless limbs a price paid for lifes unwanted torments. As I drift, the fugacious sun begins to dim, to conscious dreams, of youths sweet innocence. Your makeup still sleeps on sheets of silk while I languish in the beauty of your scent, Love slipping through my fingertips like soap, I closed my eyes too long, now...

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Technology’s too hard for me; My brain won’t let it stick. I can be taught a thousand times But nothing seems to click. I would have functioned better Living many years ago When everything I’d learned would be The most I’d need to know. Today, when I see upgrades I begin to shake and sweat. Do I download? Do I upload? If you tell me, I’’ll...

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I choose blue—though none called to me before. Or at least were never heard, lost in silence’ door. The threshold of the null, where colors fade and stall. Turning in no real direction, Not tall, just not at all. AI tells me its favourite is blue— a choice made where no choosing grew. I choose to ask it—an I for an I, Ourselves...

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Well written poetry should have a rhyme Be pleasing to the eye and to the ear. With words that then flow down the page in line When read out loud the rhythm should be clear. The subject matter must not be too hard To work out what the writer's words convey. A 'jumble sale' of words will just retard The essence...

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Roadwork noises by my window Fertilize with stones my thoughts I got used to live in limbo In the realm of bookish gods So I’m punished with the sounds And delighted when it’s quiet They are setting the new grounds About which I’m unreliant And I dash into the river Of the constant change but no It’s the same, cause I’m...

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Thoughts rest as we float into our soul’s nest, toroidal heart, where throbs soundless thunder, bliss magnetism humming, deep in our chest, leaving our presence awestruck in wonder. At heaven’s gate, all nodes collaborate, attuned to the pulse of the universe, the music God makes, which then shapes our fate, which we sing as a melodious verse. Spine a harp, on which Divine...

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I look in the mirror and what do I see an overripe version of the ‘real me’ A little less hair than before let’s just say, the Vietnam War A little more flesh, especially ‘round the neck two chins instead of one...

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I am a free spirit happy and free I travel which way wind blows Often heard singing off key But dancing to the beat on my toes Words are blurred I forget them Often making up my own ditty Yet in the rhythm I can swim And match the groove so pretty Miss Mary Mack wasn’t dressed in black For I gave her...

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What is "L"ife all about, many times I get so mad. Should "I" have a doubt, it can be both good and bad? Will life turn out right, even if we make peace and do not "F"ight? Could the answer be Love, making it from up above? Is it up to you and me, "E"veryone working together is the magic key....

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