Moments Poems - Poems about Moments

#frontporch front porch sitting the neighbors stop by for some gossip #patio two patio chairs and me where are you #lawnchairs rusty lawn chairs there near the sweetgum tree we planted long ago #sprinkler fate's sprinkler is drenching me rather than misting #garden with wind as consort the daisies in her garden dance summer's music #yard grass tallest yard grass cannot hide the sweet lilac from a bee's wild search #iced tea iced tea doesn't stay iced...

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Subrosa tears dropped into that refrain, it's a soft melancholy you could miss. There is no desire to ever explain the fragile emotions within a kiss. You lie awake releasing hidden pain, creating with the Muse your accomplice. A project for insomniac moments, that harsh fog within poetic laments....

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Don’t know why we came so close, Why time chose us—no one knows. We gave a year, we shared the days, In little moments, in quiet ways. Today I held your photo near, And every memory felt so clear. I don’t wish to go back in time, But hating you would feel like a crime. Whatever we had, it wasn't all wrong, Some parts...

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The sounds of relaxation The moment of surrender Jesus is the answer A time of peace, not grief Within silence Mind restoration Peaceful moments Joy and laughter's Before the chaos Revitalizing strength Peace within. Times of needed peace. The atmosphere can be toxic and full of negativity. I will have my JOY. Noone can or will take that away from me. ...

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There was a time your name felt like a beginning— a gentle unfolding of everything soft in a world that had grown too loud. You weren’t just someone I loved. You were a season. A chapter where the pages turned slower just to make it last. We were never chaos, never fire. We were rain on windows, late-night playlists, hands brushing in silence. Almosts wrapped in always. Goodbyes hidden...

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They’re merely empty words unless their from the heart, meaningless apologies meant to save one’s face. From damage we’ve done we are seeking a restart, but previously uttered words we can’t erase. ...

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The Sun and the Sea— a blessing on this perfect day, while seagulls sing their wild, untamed song. There’s something here, in this Mediterranean way, a peace that settles—deep, and pure, and strong. We breathe it in, this life beyond compare, somewhere between the places we have known. It teaches us how small the world, when seeds of wonder’s sown. And in this ease, a thought begins...

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The days slip by, one by one. The page stays blank, flickered with tears. A line or two finally appears— hope ignited, just to be extinguished. The flame of hope barely exists anymore. The haha moments floating away, dispersed like a big, fluffy cloud— poof— the words disappearing into the big blue sky, leaving without a sound. The words no longer burning, no more yearning— just being, just thinking, just...

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I just hope time doesn’t hate me too, doesn’t judge me for the moments wasted, I never meant to waste the seconds, to let them slip through my fingers, I swear, I didn’t want to, but I was tired, tired of the burden of silence pressing on me like a curse, Of the pretense that solitude is a...

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Moments drift by in fleeting streams, Like bubbles dancing in our dreams. Hold those moments gently in your hands, Feel the magic where joy stands. Moments of laughter, wild and free, Moments of surprise, like waves at sea. Moments of celebration, purest light, Moments of breakthroughs shining bright. Wake to the simple moments, hear its call, Embrace the whispers - great and small. Life is...

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(Snapping fingers rhythmically) Vocalese with ease... yeah... moments… improv… Off the top, breath bubbling, a spontaneous combustion of sounds, to be boppin' the melody/ Jazz popping vocal notes of wonderment, feeling the rhyme on beat street dancing lyrics, a rhythm so intrinsic… moments... Mark Murphy... strutting... smokin’… in a vocal breeze/ No wordy rhymes here,...

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Not the Woman I thought You Were (both Sides) You shouldn't really Love me This much Oh to be with you Sizzling Summer Your Slutty Friends Big Meaty and Suppertime )*****instrumental******( Twinkle Dink featuring Gypsy Grin and Shoey Sunshine Verdti Morre' De Canzone (Malo-Femalo answer) featuring the Swedish Orchestra of Love Sounds by Bassy Griffkaulsumm Reprizzo De Cantrix(Ode to Love) Modern Day Lover and Trif Gamey remix the Spectacle/Finale Dingo...

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Walking down stark white corridors, the stench of bleach burns my nostrils. With every step, I can feel sorrow lump in my quivering throat. Looking down at the wrinkles on my shirt, I quickly smooth them over with sweaty palms. The P.A. speaker crackles some incoherent name in the distance. Bathed in yellowish-white illumination, The droning of fluorescent lights singes...

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Sometimes I feel trapped in the inescapable web woven from all the moments we spent together, I wonder if there's a way to return to those times lost in the abyss of memory, I think about whether, if I had listened more closely to my inner voice, feeling the ground tremble, I could have sensed the lava boiling...

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The words we speak can bring life or bring death.. It could be the suicide, of the persons last breath.. Be mindful of your thoughts before you impart.. You never know when, that could finish a heart.. ...

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