Mine Poems - Poems about Mine

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 hold you in morning’s quiet, where grass leans close to listen, and let each flower bloom from the warmth of your breath. When you cross my door one quiet night, I would borrow the river’s silver glow, braid it softly into your hair, so even the moon would lean closer to see where its light has gone. Stepping into...

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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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I was married, but to me, it wasn’t marriage. It was poverty-induced— a fate sealed by hunger and silence. I was an orphan, taken in by my mother’s brother— the uncle who accepted that I could live with him. But he was abusive, an emotional robber. He broke the seal of my womanhood when I was just into the third of the teenage years. Long story short— he...

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My school has no walls or ‘administrators’ No hall passes or bells Mine is the school of life ‘On-the-job training’ without...

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Screams taking up all I own Screams making me believe I am no one Screams enchanting him over my sorrow Cause his joy only lies on my failed tomorrow. They try and try To ensure I give up My eyes cry For they never give up. They take my beauty They take my time They take my energy To I can never...

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I’d say I know my partner pretty well: She’s cool, so smooth, and outshines every light? that merely grazes her—O’! what a sight! If just that you could see what I can’t tell! My partner is that holy, hallowed well!— A muse and martyr, wisp and wanton sprite, if you could catch an honest glimpse, you might then think I’ll...

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A heart crafted of porcelain- now cracked all the way through. What once was smooth and flawless- is no longer bright and new. Edges made to cut with- curves and crevices unsmoothed. This is what I have become- and it's all because of you. Constellations in my eyes- but they'll turn into tearfall. They'll trace my cheeks down to my neck- then freeze and turn to...

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Incessant flagellation no longer torments nor assails psyche of mine... until courtesy amazing grace interceded in the doggone guise of Canis lupus familiaris unwittingly timely deliverance videre licet as an unconditionally loving emotional support animal. Emotional and financial crucifixion synonymous with being figuratively nailed to the cross or flayed into a bloody pulp, which damning punishment linkedin to joint checking account being sucked dry as an...

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When You were Mine, the stars Would shine brighter, And when you were mine, The world had more color. When you were mine, what had been Broken became whole once again, Your love was the glue that fixed my heart, But as I write this, it’s broken once more. When I was yours, did all the stars align? Did your life have more meaning to...

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We sat where the orchard meets the dusk, Legs folded like unopened letters. She laughed, and the wind— Traitorous — carried it straight through me. There was dirt beneath our nails, Scratched from some old pretending, And sap on our skin like guilt. We called it a game, that closeness, Two girls learning the language Of not touching. She wore her hair long, like mine— A...

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Verse 1- I thank my granny for this part of me, my momma for the honesty, Jesus for a brand new day, and your daddy for you , cause Lord I must be living right thank you for this peace of mind, I hope we never hit rewind, cause man she got me living...

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My Thursday Morning Prayer The words have been the poem, and a good poem should fill you It can offer consolation and comfort in your time of need Lift your pens, you upcoming poets, Write to, your heart contents let your words, be a conversation topic, be the closing of the graduation speech, because rhythmic language...

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Mine soul's innermost essence is that of a fallen star. Mine origin is elsewhere out there in the cosmos very far. Mine universal love has always been more than on par....

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