Mine Poems - Poems about Mine

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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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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