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Meets Poems - Poems about Meets

Yeah Right
The lyrebird v.s. the African Grey Parrots The shrinking Thymus Centerstage they took time to perform. She had spoke to other before te eveing. She wished to dance, dine and dance.Plie', she aid even though I lack the skills of beautiful artistry. They all laughed. The gentlemen took seats asking for scotch before they were seated in...

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Categories: meets, america, culture, french, music,
Form: Bio
X-Ray
Love meets us where we are and sees through Our disguises Our guises Our performances Our nuances Our expectations Our innovations Our convictions Our contradictions Our excellencies Our inconsistencies Love greets us where we are Sees right through us and does not run away ...

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Categories: meets, appreciation, care, character, devotion,
Form: Rhyme



Where the Sea Meets the Sky
Where the sea meets the sky, a blurred horizon, no sharp line, just a soft watercolor bleed. Is it water reaching for the infinite? Or the sky, weary of its vastness, dipping a toe, a tentative embrace? Gulls, white prayers, scribble across the seam, their cries, a language older than maps. The sun, a molten coin, slips into the blue, leaving streaks of fire, a fleeting golden wound. And the waves, relentless, ancient, whisper...

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Categories: meets, nature,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Where the Ocean Meets the Mountain
You, Mariana—deepest trench of my knowing I call you by name not to possess it but because it is the only prayer I have ever known how to say You are the sea—each wave not an argument but a hymn a hymn without...

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Categories: meets, assonance, love, metaphor, mountains,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member SANDY MEETS TINKER BELL
Oh, what a crisp, beautiful morning, Surely this will be a wonderful day, For every cloud that we will see On our way, I’ll wish for a silver lining, Designed just for you and me. Adventure was nearing, I felt it in my bones, I want Sandy to have an unforgettable day, Hey Sandy, did you see that Unicorn, It was white...

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Categories: meets, fantasy,
Form: Quintain (English)



Hubris when meets her nemesis
Yesterday’s ours only to muse On, the morrow, to win or lose. To those not knowing this, Time gives a passing kiss-- O it pays well today to choose. _______________________ Happenings |14.02.2025| political, pride Note: AAP party’s chief ruled Delhi for ten long years with a strong majority only to be undone in recent elections. Reason? Hubris. He failed to learn...

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Categories: meets, political, pride,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Little Wolf Meets Little Wolf
Little Wolf met her namesake this week at Apache festival with her brother. They were together all week, running from one booth to another Can we keep him? She asked her father, a chief and her mother. I will keep him at my house, offered her giving grandmother. Little Wolf, wolves need to stay in their packs, and run...

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Categories: meets, native american,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Buddha Meets Christmas
Down the fervent aeons Buddha’s sagesse, casts its august shroud on benign witness, shades, shadows, subtle symbol shift, encompass cosmopolitan and temporal, incongruous to flaccid predilection feigned, astute statue of nuance and nicety, crosses annual acme’s snowflake whirl, Christmas that propitious seasonable fount, amid the merriment and jubilation stirred, can wry dispensation be somehow drowned, sculpted mould epitomising solemn pearls, to counter spartan sparkle an...

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Categories: meets, august, celebration, character, christmas,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member At the edge of thoughts, where the sky meets the earth in an endless kiss
At the edge of thoughts, where the sky meets the earth in an endless kiss, I hear the call of a mysterious beauty, a melody of wind among the trees, The desire to lose myself in the unknown beats my heart like an old clock, Endlessly seeking a secret hidden beyond the horizon, where dreams dance with reality, My...

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Categories: meets, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
The Buddha Meets Christmas
In the soft glow of a December moon, Beneath the banyan tree where silence blooms, The Buddha sat, Eyes closed, heart open, Listening to the whisper of winter's breath. A star pierced the dark velvet sky, Its light falling like snowflakes upon the earth. It spoke not of kingdoms or thrones, But of a manger’s quiet humility, Of a child swaddled in simplicity, Love cradling...

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Categories: meets, birth, earth, imagery, moon,
Form: Free verse
The buddha meets christmas
Iam Gautama buddha, ...

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Categories: meets, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Buddha Meets Christmas
Buddha; the awakened one, had everything he wanted. Born in Lumbini, to royal parents. One day he left his life as a wandering ascetic. While one of his journeys World, all in slumber Buddha was sitting, in long meditation Santa came knocking With a hearty “Ho Ho Ho,” Merry Christmas. Buddha, what do you want for Christmas? You’ve been good to all. “I don't need too much of...

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Categories: meets, christmas,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Buddha Meets Christmas
While seeking inner peace the most-hallowed Buddha heard a chorus of angels sing Hallelujah. They weren't singing for him; t'was for the Child and Madonna, so he continued on in his quest for Nirvana. ...

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Categories: meets, christmas, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Buddha Meets Santa
Santa sailed upon his sleigh and came upon Buddha one day, greeting him with a cry. Saying, I'm bringing toys to good girls and boys, as on this toboggan I fly. Yep, I'm a plump, jolly fairy, and will make children merry with things here in my sack. Oh, the joy they'll find when they have what they pined, and no longer lack. Santa, I crave...

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Categories: meets, christmas, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Colossal Confidence Meets Cold Steel
My fake confidence Could surely kill you, Large and colossal, A giant in its hard shell. It clings to me, Armor I didn’t choose, A brittle shield That I’ve painted gold. I see your ego drilling into you, Spiraling, twisting, Digging deeper than you know. There’s no turning back— You’re tied to the tracks. The iron bites, A weight you thought you could carry. The whistle is blowing, Echoing through the...

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Categories: meets, confidence, conflict, death of
Form: Free verse

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