Never Poems - Poems about Never

I will never forget "I'll be seeing you" was playing on that horrible day that I ended your suffering, and since then, I have been on a very long road . . . best to unplug said the doctors ...

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A dagger’s kiss is cold and clean, But betrayal carves where none have seen. It does not bleed, it does not scream, Yet haunts the soul in every dream. A wound that festers, black and deep, A secret ache the heart must keep. The hands once warm now twist the knife, A silent end to faith and life. The...

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I am like a storm that never wins, a rain that finds no shelter, I offer a few drops and sigh, they call it drama and look away, If it rains too much, they flee as if my truth would drown their worth, I remain dry and they complain, why am I cold, why am I silent, As if...

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He asks, "Will you always stay by my side, like a star that never fades?" I look at him, my heart is like a sea full of answers yet to be spoken, I wish he knew I've waited an eternity to meet someone like him, To laugh together like two streams flowing side by side, to hold hands...

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Never, never, never, Conclusive word if ever No way round it Can’t be cancelled Can’t avoid it. Sometimes good Sometimes helpful Sometimes hinders. Can protect us Guard our pathway But so precious When God says it As his promise Safe to keep us Evermore. ‘I will never leave, Nor forsake you!’ Never, never, never! Hebrews 13:5 ...

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Sadly what you think you see, Is based off the opinions of the world's decrees, If you search from the outside and not from within, If you don't erase the biased opinions before you begin, The idea of the outside settles and starts to paint the picture, And if you never wiped away the thought the heart will go back...

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Repeating myself Over and over and over again You can’t begin to imagine the pain. The anguish. The derelict feelings born of a journey To better thyself. To become the best version of me A version forged in solitude. I scream into the silence, And I cry like a ghost in a glass house Visible, but unheard. Seen, but not felt. Do they care? About this version of...

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Borders are lines drawn in dust, but the wails of war ride the wind— no map can contain a scream. War does not choose a side; it is a fire that devours both hearth and forest. One body may bleed, but the other's soul turns to ash. From far behind velvet curtains and polished screens, war looks like a chessboard— moves, strategy, gain. But at the...

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Every whisper fades to silence, Every touch a fleeting lie. I search for meaning in their gazes, But love has never met my eye. They take my trust, they take my kindness, Turn my soul into their game. A pawn upon their twisted chessboard, A heart consumed by...

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Jesus the Genius Humble, Powerful, and All-Sufficien The brilliance of Jesus can never be destroyed. He is still working in the 21st century. He is still saving lives and doing miracles. He is present for anyone who calls on Him. The genius of Jesus can never be destroyed. His words will live on forevermore. His deeds will infiltrate any organization. His passion will deviate...

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Maybe they just want to take, and all I want is to give. Yet their jar never filled, and mine never emptied. However, I've still got a lot to give: to the little souls, to the struggling hands, and to the heats needing kindness. So whether or not they stop taking more, I'm never going to quit giving. Maybe their rule of life is taking, but...

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I told my sister; "He's kind of... A mess" After my sixth anniversary dinner. My twin sister looked at me blankly and said: "The whole family knows he's kind of a mess". Now, I'm not saying I had JUST figured this out or anything; But sometimes I wish they'd said something. I know they probably did the right thing, so...

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Teardrops fall from memories of days and nights that never were when my love vanished with the gray horizon leaving fragmented recollections to relive trying to fit the broken pieces together as if my loss was an illusion a love portrayed, a love lost perhaps a dream to remember of thoughts about what could have been created from the ashes that drift in the sleep...

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the morn never came the sun denied to arise defied its duty to say good-bye to hiding veiled below the horizon an early bird rose but if the sun never rose what would such a bird do to kill time while on pause in the darkness scorned forlorn too soon the cock crowed the birds sang their dawn chorus sang again again in vain for the sun slept-in hung-over...

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sad, sad boy you sit across from me and I can't remember, had we spoken before? new clothes, favorite hair same boy I can't help but stare stupid boy i hope it's my influence look at me I'm your solution I'm your solution ...

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