Messages Poems - Poems about Messages

I miss you. Maybe I should tell you. Maybe I should tear through the distance with something as simple, as foolish, as a “hey, you crossed my mind.” But what if you see my name and feel tired? What if my hello feels like a burden you forgot to put down? What if I am the ache you no longer want to revisit? I...

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I crafted words at midnight, perfect in their form, Emotions spilled like rainfall before the coming storm. My fingers hovered trembling above the final key, These truths too raw, too honest for you to ever see. I saved them in the shadows where courage goes to hide, Each sentence held my heartbeat, each comma held my pride. The things I longed...

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As the messages quietly sync, I feel the deepening absence of replies, An abyss slowly swallowing the denial from a heart weary of waiting and longing, My greatest fear, the unknown truth, now takes shape in the light of day, Coming to claim its rights, a bitter fruit of uncertainty that can no longer be avoided. I have always...

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I was listening to roller skating tunes. Yes, I am shallow, sir. And though thou may say villainess or mistress, I am content to be who I am. One noon, we were over dull and our hearts we serviced like two thieves there in the kissing place where breaths are both as one and the first of many kisses doubles. He made vows in mine...

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When you ask about my trip, what will I say? That the river waters are milky azure, surging from melting glaciers Glaciers pressing through granite masses So huge they might be clouds held tightly in valleys of fearful peaks. I’ll mention a rolling waterfall, not tumbling or churning, But a smooth turquoise roll without break or boulder to mar its...

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Why do the texts keep on coming? Why does my phone have to chirp? Don’t they know, the election is over.. It ended when I cast my vote. . . Songs for this: Bring Me to Silence by Fievel Is Glauque The End Of The World by Skeeter Davis...

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If I could reach the clear blue skies, I'd feel the freedom where the bird flies In open space, I'd find my way, spreading the words I have to say Like a bird song, I would be heard A positive tune with each word A light above darkness below, the rivers of problems that flow The heartbreaking stories all around, need resolution with...

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Dear Father As I slip my heart softly into your broken body I take hold of my soul. Pressing it securely against the presence of your cedar cross. Putting all my faith in your Sacred pierced hands I stand in awe of you and all you sacrificed for me. All I ask of you...

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Guess who just received a thousand text messages Saying how they are sorry for cheating And want to get back together How they’re sorry for the side chicks How they’re sorry for hitting the brick How they were in a relationship with 3 How they slept with 3 times 3 Guess who received a thousand texts messages …. …My ex PS if you see...

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Dear Jesus, Without your guidance & Holy presence Yahweh, I could never achieve the understanding of self and others, in such a Mystical way. Inside this grand spectrum we call Divinity we find our true home Through Compassion & Mercy we are filled with an ocean of love so deep, it enables us to...

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June 12 2024 Dear Jesus, Use me like you do the wind and blow through my soul Like you do through the flowers of the fields Ignite in me a flame, like the bricket does to a fire Be water for me and quench my thirst and desire Jesus, please be my other self... Dear Daughter, ...

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how many taste buds do we have? Asked the tongue. Thousands she told her, discerning them looks like fun! First I would organize them into the right kitchen bin. Sweet, salty, sour, or bitter, placing them in the right tin. Taste buds carry messages to the eating seating brain. Your sense of smell helps you determine taste in the rain....

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What do I eat The same things on repeat What to do Should I have a strew? What should I pursue What will it ensue Nothing seems to change Its all so strange I even complain Always the same The weather changes Talking to strangers Sometimes it can help Confusion I've been dealt I have an idea It's all so unfair I'll keep plugging along Maybe sing a song!...

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If you’ve read any of my delicious, hand-crafted vignettes and listened to us talk, you’ll know that my roommates and I are critical thinking swifties who spend hour after hour talking about anything and everything, all at once. We’re full of niche feelings, lukewarm takes and sometimes, we’re in direct conflict with one another about...

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"Messages" Messages are delivered to us in the strangest of places, we resist like we are the longest hung revolution, the biggest most viable important incarnation, the loudest sonnet to acknowledge the uncanny timeliness of the unreality of it all, the removed mathematical equation, where is the logic in prophecies waiting for that Pale Rider to real us into safe quarters...

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