Of Late Poems - Poems about Of Late

After ten years a night like this, when I will be in my late thirty's; with a healed heart and maintained smile, I will be laughing at my youth's flaws undefined. I will be laughing for rushing after those 'emotionally absents', I will be laughing for wasting months and years over my imprudence. I will be laughing for dedicating them saucy...

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BREEDS OF LATE LEGENDS The soul of Bob Marley - Tap it from the Caribbean reggae. The ambition of Tupac Shakur - Immortalize a generational legacy. The mind of Malcom X - A monument for all world's activists. The dream of Martin Luther King - Still holds the world's ear ransom. The heroics of Nelson Mandela -...

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Be a blessing to us and stop writing such trash With hypocritical flair making our teeth gnash, All your talk of being so close to the good Lord Falls flat when you slice fellow poets with a sword Why do you harass those who enter contests? Seems there is jealousy in your lame protests, You do not get comments, most of...

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Of late I feel lost untethered and tossed like a ship left dead on the sea. But no need to worry for I'm in no hurry with a dove flying circles 'round me....

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Of late, I seem unable To write a song or fable. Perhaps it’s too much caffeine; I seem to be unstable. Now recently, I’m shaking; My muscles have been aching. I may be lacking protein, Or maybe I’m just faking. A certain strange malodor; Those germs are all freeloaders. Perhaps it is my hygiene, My wife complained, I showed her. Perhaps it’s too much caffeine, I may be...

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“Where have all the flowers gone,” the poet wrote A metaphor for those lost in a cruel war of late Lives that were wrested from home and family And thrown into a milieu of humiliation and hate No real purpose for forfeiting their young lives In conflict that obviously portended no good ending But then, what war of that magnitude ever...

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Do I prefer spring or Fall? The blooming of flowers or the falling leaves? My choice depends on the texture of colors that excite and enthrall. All the paths are completely solitary, and lay their blazing carpets that reflect the shading trees doomed with regret; I'm already missing their stunning beauty. The woodpeckers bite on bark and are clearly heard through the persisting silence, sad-looking...

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A short Poem as A Tribute to My Lost Wife. Countless voices and memories May get foggy or dim By the flow of time stream, But where do they get erased, From the continuous petals of mind, What to say of friends, even life partners, Get lost, while walking on the path of life, But,...

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i cry at the thought of heartbreak i speed in the hopes to create a kaleidoscope alternative i crash to make the illusion last forever i die dreaming of you loving me as i cross over i become a dark artist painting light images i look for a penny, but i can't find the fuse box of my sanity suddenly, it is...

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meaty limbs of oak - august plumage aflutter with draconic hiss 8/19/2019 Tree Themed Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin 575 howmanysyllables.com *august - marked by majestic dignity or grandeur...

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We had a fight We're on a break Our words are tight No words of late We used to talk We're on a break Our words were chalked Each day, on slate We used to laugh We're on a break Our words are rough No words of late...

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Getting a little unsteady on my feet of late Could mean I'm getting close to that final big date You know the one When your bun is done And you're ready for your last meal on a celestial plate...

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I received a call That made my heart fall They said, you passed away I did not know what to say I stood up but I fell With urges only to YELL I stood, but could not walk My whole being went into shock Where, oh where have you gone? I keep looking for you From dusk to dawn My shoes are tattered My clothes are...

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VERTIGO OF LATE AUTUMN uninjured ~ free-falling leaf lands on first snow 12/8/2017 ...

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Can one dwell in an pissattude of nothingness and pay foreward a coporeal difference? Can life/lovelessness resemble any human entity that leads to something/foreverness? Abuse X Hate + Control Through Fear- Altruism and Empathy = last place in a love relationship. Am I linked in between the two as a nonsequitur being? Will I ever...

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