Numbered Poems - Poems about Numbered

Night, drape deep in slumber. O dream, to nightmare turn? Multitude, legion, number! Death, dearth to discern... Rule of law in wasted land? Show them, when ye stand. Orderly, cold countermand? Break before bed, band. Young fools making with the schtick? Candle, burn out quick. Light both ends and nicker. Wick? Bone within me, pick. Wound in heart of warrior? Stray, become the cur. Dynamite, how to deter? Blades and...

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Two hundred and seventy, is it just a number? In thought^, to an actual hidden wonder, is it not only I whom ponders? Making it interesting let us drop it down by taking away the many that had been carried sixty four exactly. Where did they go, what happened in-between¿ Is a type of...

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I am not the nightlight, nor am I the monster under my bed that my father would tell me to fear. I never feared the unknown, just reality. Daunting, inexplicable reality. Reality was the shadow on my walls, the hand around my wrist and the conversations near the backdoor. My nightmares flooded with the wrinkles...

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1.) I read a poem about a dream and so, I try to track my dreams, I try to catch them in my pillow case. All night- I flip back to back, flippantly- up and down. Keeping a cool face, hugging my arms like a cave that kills itself. Every time that I flip I must be setting...

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Bane of every human, The rich and poor alike, It seizes and spares none, It summons out our souls, The living weep and mourn. Bane of every human, Our bodies decompose, We go back to the earth, From whence we were moulded, Sadness displaces mirth. Bane of every human, Some have seen it coming, They saw celestial beings, Approach them for a flight, Mundane...

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Numbered Days Written: by Miracle Man May 27, 2021 The world it seems, is in dire straits today, It seems many, are neglecting to pray. On very little does mankind agree, it’s always the other guy, never me. Instead of counting blessings, it's defeats, violence and mayhem command our streets. Shattered lives, are being consumed by fraught, anxiety and fear dominate thought. We see our existence...

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The earthquakes are felt, Pandemic brings anxiousness, Strong storms rock the world....

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in to the wilderness wandering mountain&plains seeking directions to a promised ...

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His days are numbered A journey, fate is determined to take my Dad. Old age, ( 94 ), stage four cancer makes me sad. This came across the wires on Friday’s phone call. My thoughts, bring to this reality, this may be all. His last words, three thousand miles away, I hear. They now become the grit for my greatest fear. His...

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~ Inexorably, Our breaths tick off the minutes ... Cherish ... every ... one ~...

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The police were called in two days after he didn't show for dinner, and it took another four days before they realized, that the pile of clothes they had all been stepping over in the hallway covered what was left of the bloodless body. It had been picked so clean and so hygienically that there had been no suspicious odor. The forensic experts were...

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Can it be that our numbered days are coming to an end? Can our road of love, lust, loyalty, triumph, and failure be turning to a dead end? For our days have slowly passed, yet the years have flown fast by us. The free highways we once ran have turned to slow winding gravel roads that lead...

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The sun danced along joyfully The moon clapped beautifully The breeze swung here and there The stars came singing of hope, The oceans, the rivers and the sand Gathered in the field to watch nature. When you go home do not eat The manner shall fall this night The activist shall rise without mouth Without your nose shall mouth stand The age of mother...

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My days have been numbered, Youth had had its call. Daredevilry was my doing, As I zipped on the highway, Yielding to none, Speeding away, speeding away. How I miss those starlit nights, Always new company, Venting Rock's rants, Evenings were for make-out. But time would march on, Even youth will be spent, Ending in age's despair, No one to care, with no one to care. Now here I...

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When we were much younger, We lose sight of the value of time. We get busy with our lives, We don't even realise the hours that pass Into days, weeks, months and years; We never knew that our days were numbered. But, Our health concerns has made us to realise Our own mortality and the numbered days. It is this brevity of life...

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