Meet Poems - Poems about Meet

The faces I meet don't echo the songs of a love I have sought for so very long....

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In the stillness of a soft-lit room, where whispers dance like fireflies, our breaths entwine, the air thick with unspoken thrill, a tender hesitation lingers before skin meets skin, warmth igniting in quiet anticipation. Fingers, fumbling yet eager, trace the curves of new terrain, a map yet to...

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twitchy, fidgety, nervous Lee frightened of you, frightened of me we are not scary, so how can that be? you should meet his mother said Meridee She’s as high strung as a mean high wire snappish, waspish, angry, a non-hire jittery, jumpy, nervous, nasty too Lee’s only role model is his mama Sue...

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Two roads diverse in the woods, Whose road walk less untrodden. Meet in sunrise where no one see, The full bloom of summer roses. Witness the peaceful encounter Of two hearts falls in secret glib. How beautiful is the morning dew, Put in space of leaves and petals, Brush every wind that passes by. What a refreshing feeling that be When two hearts meet embrace. A...

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Rowing with golden paddles The water glides with quiet grace Ripples shimmer like scattered diamonds Smooth sailing with no thought of Winter Summer forgets by design Winter does not ask permission Ripples stiffen into chop Chop grows into waves Winter crashes like a wild tsunami Blanketing Fall in a cold grey hush A long hibernation of silence Until we paddle out and meet again ...

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when i ask love to meet me back on the moon and i replied i shall be there soon and there is no other place i would rather be if you just meet me on the moon...

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A covert narcissist dressed in a hand-me-down victim cloak, Master of the tear-tantrum tactic — He sniffles, sobs, and simpers until your defenses drop, Then slides a betrayal in your back so smooth you almost thank him. A codependent parasite latched to his mother’s emotional tit like a tick, Bound by an enmeshed dynamic so tight you'd think she birthed...

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In the realm where desire and love meet, Paths open, intertwining into endless labyrinths, Each trail bearing the burden of dreams and untamed longings, For love may begin as a gentle whisper of a spring, While desire, like a storm, rushes in with force, Both dreaming of the same destination, but on turbulent roads. Just as adventures are written from unknown...

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Gosh, Lord, has it been that long Since we've had time to talk!? I know that You are near me So please come, let's take a walk Down by the river would You please meet me I'm so glad to see Your face Your kindness fills my heart with song Let's meet again here at this place ...

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Meet me at the freshet Where there is a gathering - A swath of pilgrims wait For to find eternity - Where there flows an old hope And God's love is evergreen - Where His deeds are retold Of which move our hearts to sing. Bind His words to your mind; ...

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This is Oreo Joined our family not too long ago He is 12 weeks Already become a member With all his little antics I wonder Jumping, racing and playing Following me about Getting under my feet Taken my heart already He beautiful playful little kid Lol What can I say hes moved in already I find myself buying him lovely little toys Hurrying home just to be with...

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Come by to shop where we'd meet up I go in there all the time Thinking of us The workers ask about you all the time You'd love this lamp Or this table They say they see you all the time without me ...

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The serpent has had Hundreds of years to plan attacks The Enemy corrupted our intended position of power, the marriage seat. Along with Love, God planned for us to have each others backs Created and Positioned beside men, women are named ‘Help Meets’… …‘Êzer Kénegdô, these Hebrew words May truly surprise you For the word Êzer is used to...

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Can you make a friend— like a craft project? I know, I hear this parental voice, “just be yourself.” All of my classes this semester will be in one building, but I’m a control freak, I wanted to walk my schedule, go class to class, like I will on my first day. I have a locker too—this...

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More than those who swim well, more than those struggling not to drown— I want to meet you, who no longer breathes at the bottom of the water. Rather than those who speak as if they understand, I want to hear the words of someone who truly knows how it ends. Among the living, there is no one I wish to meet anymore— only half-hearted, liars, not even dead. How much water did you...

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