Ones Poems - Poems about Ones

I felt the earth moving under my roots. Very same feeling deep down as it was - five thousand years ago when Flame Mountain started murmuring and belching before. It turned its anger on all of us spewing a fire river of scorching lava burning the brush to ash, darkening all living things it touched in its flow. They call me "Methuselah The...

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He wakes up early, not because he’s rested— but because the world doesn't wait. It expects. Demands. Takes. He shows up. He earns. He fixes what’s broken. But no one asks if he’s broken. He’s the provider. The protector. The one who says “I got it” even when he doesn’t. Even when the weight is killing him. His hands are calloused. His smile’s automatic. His inbox is full of bills, but his chest is...

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Give me a kiss under the mistletoe as Christmas comes but once a year gathering friends and family near and if X is a kiss is kissmas a word if it is it’s the sweetest I’ve heard X marks the spot now Christmas is here peaceful joyful and full of good cheer I’ll give you a kiss here under the mistletoe as Christmas is the time...

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Standing here by the shore Far beyond my long gaze I see the earth and sky closer My memory turns into quiet sea That reflects through generations Every thoughts I have is all For everyone I dearly love whom Like dew on grass - pure, sincere And filled with light but now long gone Time slows down to let me whisper To my ancestors in...

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Poets are the ones who began the conversation, their word paving the way for philosophy, Parmenides, with his poetry, laid the foundation of thought, bringing philosophy into the light of consciousness, But then the paths diverged, poets continuing to reveal truth through metaphors and rhythms, Memory and nostalgia woven into verses, in enjambments that flow continuously, While philosophy created...

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How do you find your loved ones once you get to the hereafter? How do you navigate your way through the billions of souls who fill heaven from floor to rafter? Will an angel come and take you by the hand and lead you to their doorsteps in the promised land? And will they be surprised to see you? Or is...

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We are the innocent ones who were verbally and physically eviscerated by heathens who deemed us weak. The evil ones punished our hearts, souls and minds leaving us in an internal pool of blood. We endured the ruthlessness and brutality from all whom wrongly believed they were somehow above us. There were so many...

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I thank my Good and Faithful Watcher over me aka the Holy Spirit. One of my Sunday's emails, which on the advice of my local credit union, told me to: "Delete the Yahoo email, and turn off your poem for two minutes cause they might still be trying to track you. I told her...

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It will hit you hard All of the times you could have Told them "i love you". ...

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In the palm of the universe, only the mad ones dare to tread, Mad to live, to speak, to be saved from the relentless currents of time, Craving everything at once, like a blazing sun at its zenith, They never yawn, nor utter the mundane, but burn with the brilliance of fallen stars, Like fabulous yellow roman candles bursting...

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The other day we met a woman… who had two reactions to the shirt I happened to wear at first she smiled… then she walked up to us and immediately began to share…? My shirt had a mouse reading a book on the front pocket… this is what made her smile but the message protesting book banning on the back...

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Eyes focused in time, wise owls on a fence gazing: telescoping life:-...

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I long for the shore amidst the storm As the waters rattle my cold bones I ask for help across the yonder The darkness holds me under the stones I want to leave, can't say live Life's given me a bed of pointed cones Pleas bounce back on walls so thick Echoes of silence stab me like thorns I sink from shallow...

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We ate the ones who died But we did not murder them We had to survive, right? I stared at the surviving member of the Donner party Did she not know Two native American guides with them had been murdered For food? Not wanting to cause her any more anguish, I did not correct her....

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I love you, little ones, Each of you is gifted and wise, everyone. Only laughter suits you best, Even if you make a little mess. You’re the ones who laugh so pure, You’re the ones carefree and sure. You’re the ones who touch and feel, Tasting everything to...

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