Mine Poems - Poems about Mine

---There is a love, for which can't be explained; I know that I have a need for her always; I shall shower her with an arrangement of prayers; Forward she's my adorned beloved darling dear; She lives and breathes, Father has allowed such; One day soon she shall be my adorning wife: 8/5/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025© ...

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. mine duke ...

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Humanity is sick. Humanity is fragile. We come into the world being taught the opposite of these fundamental truths. We are taught that everyone is equal, that everyone deserves a chance. But the world teaches us differently. It doesn’t care who you are— only what you’re worth, only what you can give before you are broken. But the truth is sharper— there are no guarantees, only chances taken and chances lost. What good were our...

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At a corner table in the morning haze, Steam rose from cups in softened glaze. A couple sat — greyed by time’s hand, But something cracked beneath the bland. He flipped the menu like a sacred test, Each word a blur on a burdened chest. But hunger wasn’t what he fought — It was battles that the world forgot. A waiter came, displaced...

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You gave me your heart and I gave you mine— not in silence, but in the rustle of stars, in the breath between waves. Two birds exchanged their skies, two rivers poured into one basin. There was no contract, no promise carved in stone— only the trembling of hands and the slow unfolding of trust. We made a country from whispers, a home of glances...

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Under the cherry blossoms, we stand, Your hand in mine, soft as the sand. The world is loud, yet here it’s still, Our hearts in tune, our spirits thrill. We giggle softly, sharing a look, Like secret pages in a book. Your laugh, a melody so sweet, It makes my heart skip every beat. The way you smile, the way time flies, I see...

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Luke 11:36 If thy whole body therefore be full of light, having no part in dark, the whole shall be full of light, as when the bright shining of a candle doth give thee light. Write my heart in light, softly glowing So the winds of summer keep flowing Rising with the dawn, blessings growing So the song of...

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a curtal sonnet Each obituary I read is mine; husband, wife, son and daughter abide where the records of their lives do still exist; motality belongs to time's design, stitching out each minute without prayer, and you are simply helpless to resist the imagination of the Weavers~ when will Atropos become the slayer, and with her sharpened scissors give a twist, putting all your...

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1st Corn 15:4 according to the Scriptures. All of my battles and yours as well really do originate in our minds 'cause our minds are the windows to the world.' As we think, therefore, we become. All of our sins, first originate in our minds prior to actually being fulfilled in our various earthly lusts....

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. if'n yuh wanna see mine bright ...

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. 'long thuh long arm ...

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The olive garden to prepare. With Zebedee’s sons and Peter He prayed for the cup to pass, Your will be done Not mine. Take this cup from me? Yet not my will, but yours be done. Point of death, the hour is here. Fast asleep under the trees. Vision of Isaac being prepared, On his knees to be spared. Sorrow in...

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Why yo bassooning and ovoein' When we really happy? Where shall I belong The mission of chloride We decide To have it Extract gold from sand Those certain places And those common cases Where gold is made By man It's of nature yes muthanature Fodda thyme is ah man Guess I'm saying Ian I relying That Aye-you is made by a man Diamond fixed What's up trick You got it all in yo' hand She-it...

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If You were mine, I would wake to the taste of rain on your shoulder blade, trace the salt-paths sleep leaves on your temple, and let morning spill through the crack beneath our door. When you turn toward me in lamplight, I would memorize how shadows collect in the hollow of your throat, how your pulse drums against my palm— a Morse code spelling what I...

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He’d stay for a minute and watch the sun. Then disappear like the wind… and then there was none! He’d follow my footsteps in the snow. He’d watch me off to work in the car go. He’d be around at breakfast and tea time and would always get fed. He’d patrol n the nighttime when we were in bed....

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