On The Ground Poems - Poems about On The Ground

Give me a taste of two feet on the ground, let’s go get dragged by the undertow; I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound; Break apart whatever has you bound, I’m all revved up and I’m ready to go; Give me a taste of two feet on the ground; With palm trees in a salt breeze drowned, island time is...

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we were not raised up we were pushed down we were told lies we were left on the ground we were labandoned in a forest to never to be found but we put our bones together and we turned our fate around. Jessica...

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In skydiving, you jump out a plane from thousands of feet in the air Headed straight for the ground your only trust and savior is the parachute you’re wearing on your back Skydiving is the physical representation of being in love Looking down from the plane as you float higher and higher away from the ground...

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COME FORTH FROM OUT OF THE GROUND I shall form you Be set the boundaries of natures grips; A man just named all creations beings; Amongst the working of his hands toiling the lands; Everything he proclaimed gathered, glean, nurturing; Amidst every brood animal, creature, birds mammals trued; Rested man On his back he slept God looking down on him As he sleeps COME FORTH FROM...

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The world is not in pause; It turns round and round, Our feet on the ground. A spinning top, It doesn't wobble and stop, A gifted miracle we don't fly off. 4/24/2022...

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I wrote this down full of heartaches and blue's feeling you too. Out of word's to say,out of thing's to do, don't let em get you because you know they want to. You tell it well as your story is told, holding ground where we all were profound. With word's to mince we will dispense,...

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On the ground golden brown leaves AWAITS WINTER TIME BREEZE- Golden dead brown leaves Fallen unto the autumn grounds Coming soon winter It’s yet autumn, so is the breeze Flying blowing in winter Ending the times of autumn run Torrent, moving breeze like a blowing cotton sun dress in June Golden dead brown leaves 12/18/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021© OCTOPOEM POETRY TYPE...

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Daredevil Jim always let it be known, first time succeeding most times is blown, and his theory is right for on his first flight … Jim should have left skydiving alone....

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The airplane descends gradually in controlled flight as craft lands safely....

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“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.” Kahlil Gabran IN PIECES Let me introduce myself…I have no name…at least not formally… I have stood on my property for over 50 years…you see…I am a tree. I’ve been home to many insects...

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There was blood on the ground beneath a special man, a man who promised life but had to lose his first, a man who walked common as an uncommon king, beaten for living by example, killed for us -- because of us. Blood splattered on the soil while he suffered, blood caught in a simple cup while he was dying, blood smeared on crossed wood -- forever. The...

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He found a feather on the ground, picked it up and said, “Oh Dear! I’m so sorry little feather that you have landed here.” “Did you come from somewhere close by…have you traveled very far? I imagine there’s a bird up there who’s wondering where you are.” “Are you sad you and your bird are...

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I look forward to Christmas The snow and the man The misseltoe giving and faith for the fan That joy's for the moment that carols praise high When faith for the Father means prophets gone by And lighter side's wishing for hearts to be kind When better sides given their lives for the find That only at Christmas will wise men be found When the wind's set on living with...

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The rain creates, the patter on the ground children splash and splatter, boots of fun, giggles full of laughter, bind their hearts are we, but just, the remnants of our youth Wrapped in live's of never ending bills our live's a constant battle cry for toys must have that bike, that latest phone and car we wake before the light of day...

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They brought an immoral woman unto Him with stones in their hands, He knew they were the people of wickedness, She stood ‘midst them with her head bent down, She was seen smeared with dirt and glooms, They looked ferocious and religious around her. “Teacher, she carries dirt in her body,” one shouted. “Man, yea, she is held in immorality with...

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