Oh Poems - Poems about Oh

When I was a kid, I only knew the sea from a distance— from the deck of a ship, sailing from Manila to Bacolod. I’d lean against the railings, watching the water stretch limitless, wondering what it felt like to touch. It wasn’t until high school that I finally stepped into it. Waves around my legs, sand between my toes. And just like that, I fell in...

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Oh silence Sweet silence No traffic No noise No planes in the sky No neighbours’ loud boys No tossing tree sounds Just silence Sweet silence Embracing all round. Pure silence Pure silence A precious possession God’s gift to mankind. And peace in the heart Only Jesus can give He told us he could “My peace, yes, my peace I give unto you!” “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you. Let...

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Love don't know me love evaids and often disappoints or is it that I'm unkind or I'm upset when thinks should be kind it seems you value precious time alone if your are the one for me then leave me alone Does it have to began like this only to get the drift you make me understand then you make me your man love don't love nobody but we...

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Don't like the look of what's going on seems to you something's wrong the smell of corruption in the air look around it's everywhere can't place the feel of what's happening here could it be something to fear the sound of conniving on the wind a warning call for all thin-skinned so round and round and round we go where it stops no one...

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just for fun.... OH! WATERMELON! Oh watermelon, you’re a sweet, juicy summertime delight inviting us all to take a refreshing bite. Your juice drips down, a sugary, sticky stream. You’re the taste of summer, delightful but not clean. Your rind cracks with a satisfying sound. Your dark...

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Perhaps in wanting to understand We must abandon wonder Whether willingly for the sake of rigour and strength Or unwillingly surrendering to the unexplained In those bylanes in order to explain We study, observe dissect Practise reductionism to the last atom After that when the head rises up again Devoid of wonder, innocent lost It sees...

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Oh Liza, dear Liza. My plane’s going down. I’m somewhere over the Pacific, but there's nobody around. Nobody to watch as this hunk of metal falls No one to weep as these blaring alarms stall. Dear Liza, my Liza. Now I’m going down. It’s not valiant or brave like you hear of in town. There was no gunfire, I’m just...

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Oh lovely lady of ivory hair How your pale skin shimmers in the day How your hazel eyes compliment your smile With teeth as white as pearls And lips of a blushing rose Your walk as even as a calm stream And your voice as sweet as honey Such a shame for a soulless shell She holds such...

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“I say, I say, pay attention when I’m talkin’ to ya, boy!” Classic line from Fog Horn Leghorn, a Looney Tunes character A husband was prone to get details confused. His wife told him this...

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Oh, humanity, Making a welter of things, Put our brains to better use.... Let's fly like eagles, To our grail of peace restored, We don't do perfect, okay........

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Oh Dear Alien, I hear you've been, buzzing me in recent days. With flying saucers and drones, scooping down here in droves. Well I for one would love you to come, and land for me, To swoop me off my feet, up into your cool dude craft. Oh Dear Alien,...

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In this moment, I see visions of bed sheet caught in slow motion, I see crinkles in corners of eyes and smiles that turn into giggles, I see screaming fingers tips up and down my skin, I see something new to brush my fingers through, I see him grazing his facial hair on my upper thighs,...

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. lisp'n i were past mine lower lip gasp'n chew'n mine spew again unto hern authority inciting hern think lisp'n i were past...

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Who is like You, O Lord, in all the earth? He who breathes galaxies as easily as men exhale, He who paints the sky with colors no eye has named And yet stoops low to cradle the sparrow in His hand. Who is like the One who carved mountains with a whisper, Yet stitched lilies with more care than kings...

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Now this indeed is what we need, for AI on IO told us so. A Pendant around the neck for which we will dependent be. Blind to eye, anticipating, but aiding, watching, assisting, listening, hearing, feeling, for me, to be. ...

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