One Poems - Poems about One

About Dr Seuss's "Thing One, Thing Two" It's always One Thing, or it's Two Thing Could be Three Thing, maybe more Since they all look just alike I had to stop keeping score They always wear the same clothes and their hair, like one another They could be just twin sisters Or maybe triplet brothers It's really quiet confusing When they all start...

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--BlossomMonyei-- I know I'll find my way out It gets better, Don't make it better right now. All of my sweats is going turn into something Is All of this pain just for nothing? One day It'll All fade away And the weight of the world won't be mine. I'll say at the end of my pains The days of struggling...

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Another Friday by myself I'll pull a memory off the shelf And walk with it, it's one with you Where we had coffee, just us two We played that morning then had lunch The Dimmick Inn, wait, was it brunch? It doesn't matter, afterward I drove back slow, it was inferred That time would thus be short and sweet Next to me in the...

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Give me one last night of silence in the cosmic temple of ancient memory, Where shadows dance with light in circles of fire and hidden divine grace, To touch with trembling fingers the stars from the cup of the thirsty soul, To drink from the black wine of eternity, from chalices filled with moon's blood. Give me one last...

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There are times in my grieving journey that I am reminded of the love of God as he holds me close and carries me through this very hard journey He puts people in my path specifically to help me, I wholeheartedly believe He prompts people to check on me, when I am not ok, so I have a friend to lean on He...

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I know a funeral when I walk into one I can tell between a funeral and a burial They are two entirely different artworks One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints; The other is done on mere sand, with foot and hand, Forming sandcastles built by toddlers. I know too well because I have...

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A significant relationship ends, Causing loss of a part of one's future; Wasting a routine and a profound sense Of attachment that needs a mental cure. Mind in terrible shock and disbelief Declines to accept the reality; Intense sadness increases the deep grief, Where heart no longer beats with joy and glee. Frustration fiercely assaults the sad soul, Bitterness and blame bombard the spirit; Anger...

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a fear of commitment or fear of marriage exuberant, swinging and downright unapoligetic he calls music the woman he always In every genre she still wishes to be pleased even we you disagree even when she refuses to inspire even when others don't hear what your hearing a little adive they right people to tool that htaang getting it where you know it should be when my mind refuses...

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The smell of humidor Charmed the old house and Frightened me as I ascended the Narrow stairwell that gentle October morning. The song of autumn was playing Low, and with astute grace. Silent, the royal smell wafted between Cuba And Denmark, Across fat rank grass of fecund roots. I snuffled through fogs of earliness, Webbed by clamping cold. Cigars without smoke took over from the Humidor and hugged...

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She was a gentle lady, sweet and kind She was also a fine friend of mine She was forward looking, hopeful and free She not only loved, but believed deeply in me She cheered me on as my biggest fan There was nothing about me she didn't understand When l was fanatical or quick to criticize, She sat me down caringly, and...

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ideas don’t have time to percolate Trixie yells them at me, this is my fate Some of them are lame, not witty or great Fearing Trixie’s wrath, I do not hesitate As muses rank, she is truly first rate her fantastic ideas we do not debate she can create a poem from an apple crate play dough, umbrellas, or a rusty grate She...

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I sat next the guy who sat to that"ole Gal" that night that they talked it over. Over and Over again they talked about it. I heard words of love and endearing concerns. They talked about everything from frustations to ferns they spoke of the need to understand and a bneed to know more one things for sure they talked it out. See what is worth mentioning in...

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Time changes with life and life changes with time. October grows too old, Hobbling backwards With the burden of years, On the sinuous alcove of time, Tenebrous and feathery, Her hidden lamps blinking furiously At the silhouettes of wasted days. The wasted leaves of autumn Break forth and dance down With the weak speed of burnt confetti. The clocks go back several ticks, Schlepping on the tired...

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Letters from Borrowed Ground 'Part One' --- To: Myself (Three Years Ago) Date: Every Night Status: Never Finished Focus: Warning Dear Dreamer, Tonight, I dig up buried footsteps, each stone beneath my feet heavy with goodbye. The coffee grows cold in my cup as I write this at 3 AM, watching snow fall on a street whose name I still can't pronounce. You...

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Leukemia boys and Leukemia girls wave in hospital volunteers, as the angels wave them away. What is love? Beyond an overpriced ambulance ride, and an unnecessary hospital stay? The most beautiful things: summer sweat, and Rome after rain. Inside, a child draws a yellow sun with trembling fingers. The IV, taped down like it’s trying to hold him there. Forced positivity. A heart full of apathy. I see that same world you try to see with substance sober, and I’ll be the first to...

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