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Once more I want to thank you Father
Once more I want to thank you Father For everything you did for me Through all the years You gave me the gift of life After you had created Me in you image You had given me Grey hair and brown eyes You tell me that I am Beautiful you in your eyes Father I don't agree with you At all Father you are untitled to your opinion I...

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Categories: more..., inspirational,
Form: Free verse
She Was More Than Light
Who would gaze at the moon when her face held all the light? Even the stars seemed unnecessary when she stood still in the night. And who would listen to waves when her laughter sounded like home? The ocean forgot its voice the moment she smiled. She wasn’t just beautiful — she was peace in human form, like the ghats of Banaras where broken hearts quietly drown without needing to...

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Categories: more..., i love you,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member One More Write -- Phil Collins Redux
~ To the Tune of 'One More Night' by Phil Collins ~ One more write, I gotta do just ...

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Categories: more..., longing, music, song,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member More Phoney Money
My wallet is empty of cash When it appears which is rarely I usually give it away Doesn’t really matter, not really It’s gone as soon as I get it anyway It never lasts but that's okay Besides, I have plenty of credit VISA, MasterCard, Discovery And the more I “spend” With that lending hand The more trust I...

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Categories: more..., sometimes,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Misty No More
beckoning heart for rest haven of peace welcomes soothing gloom midst blest bliss quieting weary soul tired of woes, drenched with tears for vibrant hope that reigns July 8, 2025 Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Contest Name: SOME KIND OF MISTY...

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Categories: more..., appreciation, blessing, christian, god,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member A LITTLE MORE LIKE THE BIRDS
We are accustomed to a variety birds who, after we fill our feeders, find a way to fly up, perch a while and have a snack or two every day. It’s usually the same birds each day with quiet smiles we greet but recently a Rose-breasted grosbeak happened by for a bite to eat. We realized when it...

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Categories: more..., bird,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The other Us
Just the other day we were two, both of whom sat on a roof watching the night. Watching for meaning of what and when. We had already found the who.. or so we thought. Though no other two shared together more. At least that's how we thought then. I didn't know what was to become of us. This word,...

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Categories: more..., friend, friendship, together,
Form: Verse
what more can be taken
What More Can Be Taken I came from a house where love never stayed, Where fists did the talking and kindness decayed. Where silence was safer than saying a word, And a child’s small heartbreak was never once heard. I ran to the bottle, to smoke and to fire, Chased numbness like peace, sank deep in the vile. Got locked in a...

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Categories: more..., abuse, addiction, anger, angst,
Form: Rhyme
No More Mister Gneiss Guy
Geologists say ‘by your leave’, we’re famously polite: we wear our heart upon our sleeve, rejoice at rhyolite. We’re very patient people, but I tolerated stuff before that I’m not taking any more: up with this I will not put. Don’t bring to me your xenolith, preposterous, fantastic: I’m done with make-believe and myth: my ire is pyroclastic. Don’t tell me pressure makes a gem, discomfort forges what’s...

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Categories: more..., relationship,
Form: Verse
This is what happens when I've you more
I’ve run into this truth three times now I know I’m hard to love. But every I love you I ever gave Was carved from the depths of my soul. It wasn’t light. It wasn’t fleeting. It was real. And it hurt. Reading old messages, Seeing your name, Thinking of being with you— It tears through me Like love turned blade. Each memory driving it deeper. It got unbearable. Not...

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Categories: more..., betrayal, blue, boyfriend, deep,
Form: Free verse
This is what happens when I've you more
I’ve run into this truth three times now I know I’m hard to love. But every I love you I ever gave Was carved from the depths of my soul. It wasn’t light. It wasn’t fleeting. It was real. And it hurt. Reading old messages, Seeing your name, Thinking of being with you— It tears through me Like love turned blade. Each memory driving it deeper. It got unbearable. Not...

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Categories: more..., betrayal, blue, boyfriend, deep,
Form: Free verse
I know I need to love my God more
I know I need to love my God more Because I feel that I don't love God enough I know that in the mornings I have the blues that I hate I know that I should be grateful That I have health I know that I Iove the sun I know that I will be happy When Spring will be here I know that I...

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Categories: more..., inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member I extend my hand across the waters, to feel your warmth and sweet fragrance once more
I extend my hand across the waters, to feel your warmth and sweet fragrance once more, To kiss your hand, to pass the burn of my lips kept from times long past, When moments scattered and became a past that left us still dreaming, And if I could hold you in my arms again, to feel your cheek...

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Categories: more..., fantasy,
Form: Free verse
No More
He stares anywhere but my eyes But boys will be boys and he's just a guy I should smile and be happy Because it means he likes what he sees That's all that should matter to me I shouldn't be greedy Little girl, little girl You don't know much about the real world But little girls in this world learn faster and faster...

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Categories: more..., 12th grade, angst, lust,
Form: Rhyme
knows nothing more
A woman sitting in an old house herself, counting paper clips. Every day, was a creaking workday that reminded her addiction was in freedom— meanings of being young, being old, being in love with the back then. She’s not a fan of not being a fan of new movies. But who can blame her for blaming herself? A helicopter that flies over the barren desert land...

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Categories: more..., confusion,
Form: Free verse

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