One Way Poems - Poems about One Way

You were always so good At hiding yourself in the dark I tried and I tried To throw you out Of the furthest recesses of my mind And somehow you are still there Embedded in the deepest crevices of my brain Where I couldn't see you Lurking there in the blackness For thirty years Waiting ... for one of those days When I'm down and...

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'Follow your dream' easier said than done as the girl of my dreams for me she is the only one and yet for her I don't exist she sees through me sad to say don't have what (it) takes her fancy won't even look my way as ships which pass in the night our two hearts will never meet I find mine's a dead-end dream on...

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George was a prankster, at least one screw loose Peed in a bottle, tagged it orange juice His mom drank it all down ...

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Insee wincey spy dur Snuck up the kookoo clock Out flew the hapless bird That knocked the spy dur out. Kookoo "Dur is a slang expression basically equivalent to duh. Duh seems to fit this crackpot poem! Sorry....

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Bader means full moon in Arabic, but to me, your name carries more than light it holds the weight of my world. My life revolves around you, and I don’t remember what joy felt like before you. I pray to God each night, quietly, endlessly, that He grants you success in this dunya because my love for you means your happiness is mine. Do you love me...

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I no longer want answers. I no longer want signs. only to walk to the end of this thought where maybe, someone, will light a candle. and if no one is there, I will sit there with all my thoughts and hold them in my arms, as a mother holds the child she can no longer save. because in the end the shadow of the One who thinks is not...

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I don’t have to remind you. Yesterday is behind you. Temporary is the time these bodies will hold the spirit inside you. Whether you are a millionaire or broke and in debt. Life has a beginning middle and end. It’s those three points that we try to make our friend. Since our timer starts when...

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Last Dance One grows with adventure true anticipations across a lonely sea but logically my work is safe tuck away in Anthology Fate published and quoted by millions all over the world so far just three they are No Matter What one two my Piano Teacher and Roses Are Red Violet are Blue...

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I saw a one way ticket A trolley full of lauggage Checking in an apartment, not a hotel This visitor is here to stay I saw a sale agreement Not a stay receipt I saw a full smile Not a half-wit grin Embraced with both hands A bed in well made I see no plan for departure This visitor looks quite settled AI is here...

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Nothing made sense before you even the wind forgot how to whisper and the stars blinked without purpose as if waiting for your light to show them how. Then you appeared like rain in a dry season and my heart, once cracked and tired blossomed at the sound of your voice. Ever since I met you every hour feels like poetry. Even silence speaks your...

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dear readers let me be an invitee to read these files about the same place where you live but chose to live in complete denial don't be a traitor, don't ignore the cries this place gave you oxygen, water, air and every source meant for your survival even in the adversity of times dear readers our house is on fire, the ice is melting you're...

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We call each other every day utilizing this wasted time for mediocre recycled conversations. Neither of us do anything new or interesting. And yet we call and rehash recycled blah blah blah, blah blah blah. A habit that does nothing for me; I doubt it does much for her I can finish her sentences. Same old, same old. A familiar ditch...

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In the mystery of the endless night, when stars extinguish one by one, Shadows gently dance on the vast plain of my weary soul, And echoes of old longings rise, waking me from deep slumber, In search of a lost meaning among constellations of strange thoughts. On forgotten paths, my steps wander through forests of memories, Where trees whisper ancient...

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There’s gray in my beard but no gray in my soul Where Peter Pan flies Cherub’s wings in control My edges though silver my center of gold One glance never tells you what prescience — beholds (Dreamsleep: July, 2025) ...

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Nine, five, one, three— Is that truly all that remains of you? What fragments of me linger in your mind? If only you would take a moment to slow down And gaze upon the world that unfolds before you. Your way of life is shrouded in enigma. Your sixth...

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