No Turning Back Poems - Poems about No Turning Back

Quiet weep This inspiring song strongly reinforces our global beliefs, originating from the depths of Africa. The chorus has gained considerable popularity online. While some may argue that it is more radical than spiritual, I respectfully disagree. It resonates deeply with those who hold these beliefs “No turning back” comes with a lot of meaning, behind this...

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Burning Bridges from Kelly’s Heroes sung by the Mike Curb Singers Friends all tried to warn me But I held my head up high All the time they warned me But I only passed them by They all tried to tell me But I guess I didn't care I turned my back and Left them standing there All the burning bridges that have fallen...

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Life is too short not to take risks, and right now, I'm taking mine. I will always choose you over anyone else; I will keep pursuing you until the end of time. This decision is mine and mine alone, driven by deep commitment. I'm not giving up on the one person who has shown me what...

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the old days were really good going through your neighborhood leaving doors unlocked for neighbors to walk through if they need favors or to visit for some fun when did this whole world become so scary and out of sync people need to stop and think about the way we are living and realize we should be giving more love, joy and peace to...

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Done quietly Certain people have been Strategically put in place To do the unthinkable Turn back the clock Which is time Is it a joke or do people Really feel that threaten Of others...

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Dark death did not break the bond with my dad, when I need his love I just turn back time; he stops his working when I come so sad, and on to the chair beside him I climb. For in this memory I am his- child, he dries my tears with a ragged shirt part; socks falling down- skirt hem...

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Never unconditionally leaned on these peon demons made me want to be gone/ if there ever was a reason for me turning my back leaving this so called family adhesion / now ‘tis perfection season you can find me in a different region with a more magnificent legion/ It won't be a lasting abrasion...

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Will turn back the pages of my life to the days of my childhood fun, I recall my roller skates and gliding down a hill, the park with a pond, catching tadpoles. hide and seek with friends, joy ! My pink bike took me far, so I could seek and explore my world, into deep woods I went imagining great stories, I had an ~ ~ imagination and wrote lots of...

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Some had there chance For them was bad. Dance Hope was ature vote Fight was no joke Now that we,re back on the rack That's a fact No Turning Back...

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Turning back my head And grey smoke rising straight up. Who will speak for me? Tonight I drink to excess; I am young...any excuse....

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Now, you’re too far gone. It’s no use pretending what's been done. I too now, am too far gone. There are no bridges left to burn, it’s best we don't recall. It is such a long way down, far, so far for all to fall. Too much trouble now, no turning back at all. Can you . . . hear me? Can...

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On boulevards of memories, with you I walk Reminiscing in yesteryear as I turn back the clock And persuade the silence of amour to talk As conversations of yore ridicule and mock. When passage of time changed us, losing its way Feelings that still evoked had nothing to say And hearts then discarded rules of the game For love no longer cared...

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If only I could turn back the hands of time: I would be more grateful to God for my assured salvation bringing me His gracious compassion sealing my spirit with grand redemption against religion’s hell-bound option… And optimize my utmost to share with others everlasting life’s possession. With regret that I could not turn back the hands of time: I repent for...

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No turning back once our affair begins; surrendering...the only choice there is. The hunter and the hunted, we like twins, bind close together to create our bliss. Sandra M. Haight ~3rd Place~ Contest: Rithimus Divisa Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden Judged: 05/01/2019 This is a...

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I will turn back the tattered pages of my life, to when I was a young girl and free of sorrow; I remember walking holding hands in the park, you and me father sitting on our park bench. It is still there- that place we talked for hours, the ducks and swans still swim over for a treat; but there...

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