Not Late Poems - Poems about Not Late

... They told you the dark was empty, that space was a cold hush with nothing to say but they were wrong. The silence between stars is not silence at all, but a listening a lullaby wrapped in ......

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... Native Americans call me 'Paleface' 'Roundeye' say the Chinese race to a Scot I'm a 'Sassenach' 'Boyo' to those in Wales altho' a 'Limey' in New York I answer to none such hails once a......

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...The air can be relatively silent or noiseful wind – sort of like, flatulence – both blessing and curse~ depending on where and when. The who, more often, not forthright. Do......

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...THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWER VERSACE STANZA 1 How lovely it sounds, To hear of a Beautiful Flower which profound. Wanting to be with it, for years abound. Going far beyond, To see this Beautiful Flower......

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...I dare you to run on__ even when the day is long... I dare you to be the best version of yourself. To know you're enough and that you have all your help... I dare you to hold a smile. Not care a......

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...I woke up morning late, oh, forsake I hope I’m not late. Black Friday! It’s that time of year. The official season for shoppers is here. I hustle simultaneously with rut of shoppers, on the......

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...I read but my mind is already occupied, And so in the subway I ride, I don’t check the time, Afraid because it’s not mine. I leave the subway, It’s drizzling, The pavement in return starts gl......

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...I am going on a trip to Arkansas with four friends, all women, older than me in their seventies; not late, but middle most of them rarely travel figuring out a place to stay took four days I t......

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...#Damp_with_pain These floors have drank much of my tears, see these salt spots corroding even the tar, how deep and fatal is my pain, see the blood lines tattooed in my eyes, they stem deep inside m......

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...Sunday morning in the deep green woods. Shoulds and should nots don’t stir my soul. I could touch the church with my foot. I could stretch my thighs and shins then shout. Waking up rather late, n......

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... Journey Journal Page ON A BAD DAY By Leon Enriquez To know the way True purpose seek As truth now plays When vision peaks Pique your own think In fruitage ripe The right verge ......

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... Journey Journal Page SELF-AWARENESS By Leon Enriquez Awake Meet mystic fate Here at the gate Early not late For goodness sake Aware Greet magic state Stern poise that plates ......

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...The subway platform is empty, posters, the occasional bench a fire extinguisher in a locked box, over-stuffed trash receptacles, the usual graffiti. No people, the strangers you travel with, ......

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...There will be a dance in the cemetery, I know, but not who will be the one with whom I will dance wildly. But I will find her, but it will not be me, my Master will be the one who will appoint her b......

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...I thought I had grasped it once, like the Arabian myrrh. Then it started fading like dew before the morning sun. Legends say that the musk of a deer dwells within its fur. Ignorant knowing or know......

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