Minute Poems - Poems about Minute

Every minute, every hour of each day, my heart entreats you with longing. I desire your heart trusts what I say every minute, every hour of each day. If God exists, I avidly pray He accords my desire for belonging. Every minute, every hour of each day my heart entreats you with longing. Every minute, every hour of each day, I desire your heart...

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Written: April 13, 2025, for contest sponsored by Line Gauthier ***************** May the beauty of life pour down over me, embrace me, let nature sway and play, to permeate my soul, uplifting my spirit, to soar out of my body, if only for a minute....

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there was a young cad named Dennis who liked to take risks with the women in Ennis one night with Darla in bed she suddenly said my husband will be home any minute ...

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Q Israel became a nation, May 14, 1948, during the spring season.The fig tree= Israel And fig trees have two harvests in Israel both in the Spring and in the Fall? What's that got to do with the potential Feast...

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Yes mother I feel, I can feel my head turning inisde out it hurts so much oh please please could you hold me for a minute or half i can feel every inch of me turning and twisting and breaking i see my eyes pop out of my head along with my heart and a bit of...

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Every minute is a choice I can be saccharine or evil Nasty or helpful Every word is a choice I can choose to help, heal, uplift Or discourage, dismay or remain silent Every thought is a choice I can choose to be happy or depressed Today I choose happy...

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firstly notice the neatly combed hair arms and hands would be needed for that I detect something amiss the breadth of those shoulders not those of a keen swimmer how location and the individual attributes conflict whilst beauty is only skin deep I smell a rat when skin isn't skin deep I'm in no position to judge a head full of metal...

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round and round we go on ladders looking straight ahead, feeling lopsided believing this lack of synchronicity is ours to shoulder we meet a fool, listen to their perspective lengthen our steps to go nowhere each pre-determined vantage point is lacking we'll never know more with a 360 on slow reveal four sides, five flags - take the clues drive yourself...

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?? Dashing through the mall, With a coffee in my hand, Frantic gift-card haul, This wasn’t what I planned! Sales are all but gone, Shelves are looking bare, How’d I wait this long again? This really isn’t fair! ?? Chorus: Oh, last-minute sleigh, Rushing all the way, Why’d I procrastinate? Now I’ll overpay! Last-minute sleigh, Racing through the fray, Next year I’ll shop early—but Not today! ?? Amazon won’t ship, It’s cutting close...

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Thank God for waking up, for opening our eyes Another day is at hand filled with opportunity perhaps a wedding band Thank God for releasing our arms from...

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Promises are shown as silhouettes to the world even if it's madness - the people have spoken No one feels guilty for how things turn out Respect withers the ears shrink Black and white perspective ...

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I must admit I never really stopped to think How long it's really been Since you have been a lover and my friend I thought to myself When you first saw me What really went through your mind Inside I felt like you looked at me like I was a ghost Even now I still wonder To you Am I really the one...

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This is a seven minute write. In seven minutes, I go to bed. But first, I will continue. When ghosts… When roasts… Go to bed. Go away to the barn where hay is baled. And trails of mud lead to the kitchen. And the ramblings continue. I have an eraser. But to use it? Would be destruction. Gray matter. Being shaved and marked. I don’t know where I am. In...

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If I could write anything for five minutes… Maybe I’d write quickly. Maybe I’d write about the sky. Or weather- Or whether- Or rather- Or gather- If I could write anything for five minutes, I wouldn’t want to think about much. I would maybe write about butterflies. Butterflies, or flies that flutter. Flies that annoy us. And we don’t accept them in our house. If I could write...

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For a hot minute like a cigarette we burned, faded. You were like nicotine making me feel elated then jaded. We had fallen in love again until it degraded....

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