Next Poems - Poems about Next

Did you hear Trump joke he wants to be the next Pope? Don't he know the Pope ain't allowed to grope? That a Pope don't appoint advisers who are drunks and smoke dope? That a Pope don’t give in to vanity by painting their face the color of a cantaloupe? That a Pope spreads not despair, but genuine hope? That...

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Next time around I will be six foot eight I will play basketball, and I will be great Next time around I will be born in a city I will have confidence, not care if I’m pretty Next time around I will not care what people think My own opinions will keep my joy in the pink Next time around I...

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**The Next Zimbabwe: A Call to Rise** In lands where dreams were forged in fire, A tale of strength, of fierce desire, From ashes of despair, they’ve learned to climb, Zimbabwe’s spirit soaring through the sands of time. A currency’s fall, a lesson steep, Where once was value, now shadows creep. Yet...

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Until we meet again Not by chance But by design Not by accident But by choices accepted or declined Not by coincidence But by the alignment of our souls Not by a fluke But by universal sparks that unite our unrelenting goals Not by a stroke of luck But by focus and a guided decision Not by blind impact But by stars on a predetermined collision Until we...

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" My mother wanted me to be her wings, to fly as she was unable to. I love the fact that she wanted to give birth to her own wings. " -Erica Jong Oh, your countenance in dawns graceful light offers the imagination a lofty throne an angel? goddess? not meant for human sight yet, you are here beside...

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If you’re feeling lost, please remember: we admire and treasure something as beautiful and distant as the stars in the night sky. So, the next time you find yourself feeling lost in a crowd, who’s to say someone isn’t admiring something as beautiful and distant as you? Just a thought. You are a treasure. ...

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The flowers keep blooming And the sun is still shining How can that be When you're not next to me The waves are crashing The wind is still blowing The robins are singing The stars are still gleaming But you're not next to me The trees should be withered away The sun should not rise The canyons should crumble down to dust But the world keeps going...

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the laws and codes to take life and move forward after death called dishonoring his beauty my idols timecards his tickets paid pta debts and laughter to be the father i look to be a boy from knowing how his world ends and cheating with you, again please yourself for once keep your hands off of us so he can't see me save myself...

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next valentine's day my new vase will host some guests ~ red and white roses...

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A, I did not have time to talk to you about my ill fate. It seems nice but I think it is a curse for me this year. It has been 5 years since you were gone, Although I do not feel missing you as I used to, But it did not mean I love you...

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Puppy dog eyes are real A dog makes a big deal Out of watching you eat your meal If you have food to eat They expect a special treat Something salty or something sweet Sitting beside you with sad eyes They salivate, no big surprise Until you decide to compromise...

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'loose-ears' ...within... can gamble ...lifes... create-shuns ...meant... to enable one a ...profit... or a future loss now...? to avoid too much of some potential kinetic real (at-ease) casino for your "sit!" len (no longer be my label 'stan') ...

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You will know how much Someone loves you When you don't have money When you fail your life Someone next to you Will comfort your heart....

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I will not be a bother I will not be - too much You are clearing time for me You are wanting of my touch You’re always glad to see me Messages are not a pain It’s not at all confusing You do not feel ashamed You would love to see me You’d love to hear my voice I’m not a reckless accident A...

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My long-patched magician's suit has been mothballed, the trick pockets, hidden springs and secret linings no longer fool or bedazzle. A white rabbit died in my top hat the hat, I returned to Amazon marked 'unused', the stale rabbit droppings within it failed to convince. Age has...

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