Number Poems - Poems about Number

Te quiero , I love You,Ti amo, there have been songs endearing some worth sharing some I dare not romantic lyrics sounds you hear it I Love You sounds great when your the number one guy tell me I love you when I'm bruised by your loving and I'll ask myself why Fussing and cussing all about with a tear in my eye and you say I'm foolish and I...

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You were a poem with bad grammar. I revised you in my mind until your hands almost made sense. You touched me like punctuation— brief, deliberate, never intending to be part of the plot. And I let you, because absence feels cleaner than false presence. Another name in the drawer. Another night I slept skinless. The body is so forgiving when you lie to it beautifully....

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i'm listening to recording number 5. it's my own fault for digging where the dust didn’t settle, i heard my voice cracking through static, saying “ok go,” and you you come on like the end credits of a bad film, talking about fate and fools, last goodbyes that grow on trees in some cemetery of could’ve beens. i'm listening to recording number 5 five...

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If in all innocence broccoli brings out flatulence not to dwell but how many unfortunate smells will it impart from a single floret and in the end when it rends does it sound like a bassoon or clarinet? And what about the brussel sprout? No doubt it will create heady fallout and if on the quiet you ever diet or fast as you are...

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CATOGORY LOVE ------------------------- to inspire: Capsaicin Anaheim __________________ It completes the sound it makes itself perfect it's recommended to those who who love and those aspire to be loved I must apologize I became bored with you knowing what you'd say often lead me to be with others It's exactly what you think and true to form might you forgive me that I shall heed Cupids call might you...

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Nothing But A Number! Don’t speak of sorrow, don’t pretend.. You were no lover, not a friend. I gave you chances through every tear.. You traded love for someone near. You lied with ease, you cheated more.. While I stood aching at your door. Tanya in Denmark, then Laura’s bed.. You stitched your guilt where I bled. You spun your tales and smiled wide.. While...

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Streetlight dander. Jawbone asphalt. Blink razors carve her iris script. Rib stars ovulate in feral grates, mechanical tongue juts a bloodline breath. Keystroke ruin writes in collapse, a waveform lodged in sternum glass. Lipsticked rodeo—a gash in faded denim Banana-knuckled hands torch filterless ghosts. Tree-call through copper root systems. Wire-pluck storm, vapor chews the stock market Cancer caught in molar hush, brined in citrine static. She opens...

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Numbers change, years fly by. I observe internal changes with curiosity, pleasure and interest, with less interest, no pleasure in external ones well, here it is I'm moving on......

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Q Is this about the actual public enemies number one that are wanted by law enforcement agencies? A No, it's not. Q Who's the real public enemy's number one? A Satan, devil, dragon, tempter, adversary, enemy Q Why wasn't Satan just satisfied with deceiving the one-third of the...

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'There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.'"[ Attributed to Mark Twain anyone can tell a lie but it takes a politician to tell a statistic ...

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I used to slit my arms open like I was peeling fruit—careful, slow, watching the skin give way like wet paper. The box cutter blade was dull, sticky from God knows what—maybe dried glue, maybe someone else’s blood—but it still did the job. I’d carve so deep the fat would bloom up like egg whites...

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we thought he had brought her for window dressing His ex-wife was here, and no one was confessing Their classmates were startled, they thought they’d married for life. Twenty-year-younger version of the ex-love of his life was his new wife....

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This is poem number 3,062 for the day ~ 3,060 I’ve thrown away ...

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When Christ was crucified on Calvary's Cross, there was felt a huge earthquake Inside of the City of Jerusalem, the veil in the temple was ripped into two and the Temple itself felt the earthquake. That's really when their graves were opened And they appeared to many and talked openly about their resurrection. When, Jesus Christ...

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True beauty, indeed (to the number-theorists), reveals the distribution of the primes. Beauty, too, is courage, the defiant fists of a defender that we praise in rhymes. Beauty are oaths, that Prince Hector all times keeps shielding city, child, and princess bride; ...

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