My Life Poems - Poems about My Life

LIGHT OF MY LIFE (Apropos Of My Queen's 81st Birthday) You light up my life; My sunshine and its moonlight: All darkness dispelled:-...

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From the moment you stepped into my life, I felt the planets change their orbit, the ocean turned its waves like a song of the sea toward the shore of my soul, the sky painted rainbows as arcs of light for your arrival, and roses bloomed unexpectedly, carrying your scents like a secret of the gods. The world's butterflies...

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IT BEGAN WITH ARSON MURDER OF 8 CHRISMAS DAY THE FBI WARNED ME MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AND CIRO GARGANO KILLED 8 PERSONS I BEGAN WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM CORRUPTION COPS SELLING DRUGS FOR CIRO WORKING SECURITY FOR GANGBLEADERS CIRO CONTROLLED CITY OFFICIALS THIS GAVE HIM POWER OVER...

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STRUGGLING TO SURVIVE AND TRYING TO PLAY CATCH-UP WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE MISSED. AT THIS POINT IN MY LIFE, I HAVE LIVED AND EXPERIENCED MORE THAN WHAT A NORMAL PERSON GOES THROUGH IN THEIR WHOLE LIFE. I FEEL I HAVE MORE LIVES THAN A CAT, ON ABOUT MY 6TH LIFE RIGHT NOW....

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Is my life a toy, tossed in the hands of fate? Pulled apart by cruelty, yet I refuse to break. If not vindictive, then why this cold disdain? Am I merely dust beneath your twisted game? You cast me aside like whispers in the wind, Unseen, unheard, dismissed without regret....

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Wakey, wakey! The buzz from my advanced THRITY THREE TEN seem to yell Opened windows slapped aging mango leaves on my face Monday already? Morning already? Granny’s creaking chair again! Savoring with folks of mine the bland toast with juicy old gossip, mom’s warm smile Welcomed into my everyday worn out NIKE with pain Unending miles, but starts with a mile. The...

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This is nothing, just a leaf, brown, old, found love For your life, my goal for you, I am nothing in your plan This open. Open. The blocked mine. Crystal ore. Light Living with you. The miner is dead. I am a blade of grass Find, just find, it is lost. Incredible love. This is yours. Was I needed. Yes....

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2025.05.11 A.I. helps or replaced human. I enjoyed window browsing Shopping but not reading catalogues. Physical travelling instead of videos watching, The David Attenborough. Which would not give you the satisfaction, From all your body senses. I always dream off being able to Swim in the oceans, emerged my body totally. Climbing up all the steps Of the light houses and high towers, Walk on the water...

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You came when my life was a cloud of darkness without light, I felt so dull, but you arrived with such a bright energy, Your frequent smiles carry me to an unknown world, Where we hold hands and feel a spark that sings, A melody my heart had never known. You warmed my cold heart with your beauty, A wonder created...

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WHERE TO BEGIN I LOVE MAN BECAUSE GOD MADE ME FILLED WITH DESIRE FOR MAN A GIFT TO MAN THERE WAS JOHN TERRY ALFRED HENRY CIRO LARRY ANTHONY CHARLES RETIRED SHERIFF THERE WAS DON HAROLD DON II JOHNNY ROBERT PHILLIP LEVI OH MY GOD I DARE NOT SAY THEE ELEVEN WHITE RUSSIANS EACH TAKING...

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My Blood, Polluted My Face, Masked My Name, Silenced Inferiority, My master Adaptation, My Inheritance Assimilation, My Friend...

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Swimming was my favorite exercise as a child Loved the freezing cold water even if air was mild In the late seventies, racquetball became the rage I drove my new baby to daycare and loved this age Running was never my favorite thing to do Maybe I had never found the right jogging shoe In my mid fifties I exercised at...

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Dear PoetrySoup To my best nine days 50 poems sent ...

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I call it a palace - my life - gilded and draped in fine silks, where chandeliers shine like false smiles, And the walls echo laughter that isn't mine, but beneath the velvet curtains lies the bruise of silence, a scream stitched with silver thread. The hand that feeds wears rings - daggers with diamond tips hidden...

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“How my life has changed” “Reformation” I wrote a poem A long time ago. It was full of despair And gray cloudy skies. It made me cry. I then saw a child, Playing in a park, Laughing and full of joy. I wrote no more Of gray cloudy skies. “Reformation-2” I wrote a poem The other day, It was full of joy And sunny skies. It made me smile. I...

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