Often Poems - Poems about Often

They often ask me why I don’t wear festive clothes, why I don’t paint my face, Don’t you also like to shine in the light of a clear morning? Oh, if only I could tell them that every act of beautification feels like just a veil over a wound, As if I were hanging curtains over broken windows,...

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Every so often sometimes in life, we make a path that we realize was made by others to trap us into doing what they want it feels silly to be fooled, but the ones that fooled us didn’t do so out of maize which makes it difficult to correct when a person dedicated to a rustic...

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Each moment arrives already threaded— camels crossing through narrowed eyes, yesterday's needles. I see the burden in your face when I get here, but it’s not your face; rather a ripple of something older, residue caught in the glass nothing but an echo of now. Do you see that? A life lived sideways, pressed into the sand. My bus driver is Atlas today, holding a world...

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In season, sonnets often find their bloom by trailing lesser forms towards the light; a patient wait’s reward is greater room, and thus they are content to just sit tight. But once a way appears, they make their move and quickly seize the opportunity. Iambs, awkward at first, begin to groove and make connections naked eyes scarce see. Then bursting forth, the buds...

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I think of you quite often, when the rain Falls gently through the tender autumn air, And every leaf, half golden, whispers pain, A fleeting sadness I could almost wear. I think of you when twilight softly gleams Along the river’s silver-threaded edge, Where sunset mingles with forgotten dreams, And night is but a whispered, quiet pledge. I think of you when morning...

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Luther had a tendency to write with prolixity using six adjectives when two would do there were no breaks in his text his missives were written as a brick pedestal solid from side to side, top to bottom Many who read the words of other poets skipped his preferring to spend their time on smaller less wordy missives Oftentimes less is more in...

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It is said that our ballots are secret And that is the way we should keep it A trip to the polls No chads, marks, or folds Just some deft sleight of hand to delete it They vote early and often Some vote from the coffin A nod and a wink Was it blue or soft pink There’s a bucket right here to put...

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So often, a storm blows in I remain clueless and unaware The storm I see is coming So, I begin to prepare I grab my stone of protection And place it in my heart I sit in meditation In hopes of finding the spark The colors start glowing The shapes begin to appear Then the voice of the knowing And the answer is so...

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Best friends often do not do well in school. But they are hilarious, and make life cool. Know what to say, how to listen, and be a clown. Can help you rise up when your soul is a bit down. Best friends are not the ones your parents would pick. But they know how to play, have fun, and give...

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Sometimes, perhaps often when we are young, we fall in love without knowing or having experienced real love... that's how we learn... painful at times... happy for a while... but as we grow, we learn. And when it happens that we find the love we thought no longer existed, it happens and it lasts, forever, I hope! I call it...

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7 April 2024 10:36 PM The stars are bright high in the sky they watch over the earth through the night. What they have seen and for how long? No one could adequately write that song. The history from the begining of time, from the mediocre to the sublime. The watchers have seen it all, the largest...

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Take the plunge..As I have before, try your friends.. Just to be sure.' Give them truth..Support' some trust Then wait and see.' Expecting no love, or hate..that fire.' For it might flare? Their will exposed, in steeped despair? Who knows the spirit of humans? Deep to core? but one.! The Great I Am, within deep seas we can't escape him He's...

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The path of divine revelation, often crowned by fall, When from the azure angels detach, blinded by a false light, And in their plummet, lose the horizon, lose the sun and the moon, While birds in black garb, tear their leaden cloak and heart. This corner of the world, once a...

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No one I know dreams of living out their days in a high-rise apartment complex fighting the congestion of some mega-metropolis traffic. Or lost among a complex of look-alike buildings and lethargic lives. Whenever most of us think about our happy place, our minds immediately go to a cottage on the bank of some lake...

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I often wondered, in the night of my thoughts, Why is it so hard to find ourselves in the sea of life, We pass by each other, like ephemeral shadows, Without noticing, without truly touching. Our souls, in their silence, look at each other and yearn, Dreaming of a lost harmony, of a warm embrace, Of a kiss that would unite...

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