Only Poems - Poems about Only

you said, “someday, maybe we’ll be right,” but we both had dreams too big for one night. the world kept pulling us apart, but i held on to you in my heart. no one can rush what’s meant to be— if it’s real, it will return to me. only time knows when our paths will cross again. maybe not today, but love has learned...

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Brian died taking part of me with him The part that he lent me in 1966 Brian died and the colors diminished The notes out of rhythm and time — left unmixed (Pet Sounds-Ocean City N.J.: July, 1966)...

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My eyes rest upon your face, never wavering My heartbeats, in accord, with yours My feelings, I wear upon my sleeves So, claim me and make me yours Love me, oh. so tenderly. My thoughts are no longer comprehensible to me My words are no longer simple, nor, complicated - My heart no longer beat with any normalcy ...

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(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil) In A World of Our Own Making Everywhere I look I see what I see Through a lens of my own making A composite fly-eye’s view Of everything I have ever seen, Heard, touched, felt and known A world of my own making in constant flux. Everything is thus a filtered projection To a kaleidoscopic mind And...

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When the road ahead is hidden in the haze, And silence falls where I once found praise, I lift my heart though the path’s unclear— Your voice, O Lord, is all I hear. Not every question needs reply, When love still leads, I walk and try. Only love knows the way, Through the dark, through the fray. When I stumble, when I stray, Your...

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Hope only seems fallen At the end of battles; After the dust settles - It reappears erelong. Hope carries a spark - An internal light - A fire for life That eschews the dark. Hope sings an anthem - Once fear is put out And despair is bound - Its song is heard again....

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Forever is a giant ground, Where buried roots live in hope. Though, dead in earth and weak beyond The realistic of growth scientifically. Unless been uprooted and cast in fire, It remains a new seed to sprout new desires. Studies often wonder how each get to cope-- The threat of call, hope yield basically. But men are death bound; For...

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In the depths of the soul, where only silent shadows whisper, Burns a nameless flame, a sun that knows no setting in the whirlwind, Born from our meeting like an intersection of falling stars, It's the light that dances through the veins of time, unafraid of silent winds. You are the fire that burns in the silences of time...

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Her silence spoke louder than words Her eyes A window to her hurt Begging to be heard She thought that was something she deserved So why had she been ignored She roamed the earth like a ghost A lost soul hoping for more Hoping someone will help her Someone would see how hard she tries To not cry Despite her watery eyes She...

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You brand me with whispers you've never confirmed, A verdict pronounced before truth is discerned. But I am not your canvas to deface— I'm not your sin, nor your saving grace. You echo the lies that shadows create, Feeding the flames of borrowed hate. Yet none of your whispers...

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In the eyes of society, the poet is dead, and the only one unaware is the poet himself, Because his vanity binds him to verses like an invisible thread, a thread of destiny, He writes his words on the sky of memories, unaware that they are merely shadows, Shadows of a changed reality, where poetry no longer sings...

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To make it on the stage, in this day and age, I'm convinced, Contacts and Clout are what it's all about. Woke up this mornin', feelin' all washed out, went down to the local drugstore, for a bottle of Clout, the druggist he said, 'Sorry son, we're all sold out.' Woke up this mornin', feelin' all turned about, went to my...

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O it's only my precious Lord and Savior, who is really able, To freely and fully deliver yours very truly, From all of my habitual sins and all too persistent, Inequities. O how far have I fallen from Your grace? It's a miraculous miracle that you have not hidden Your holy face far far far away from the likes of...

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They followed him. They obeyed and fulfilled his commands. They ate and drank with him. Then they all went their separate ways From the one True and Living God Having a future of being torched. Having a future of being crucified. Having a future of being spit on. Having a future of being skinned alive. And more of the terrible reasons to...

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Not only chimes moon bear with my speechless crutches Not only chimes with brass scarred by June fireflies, storm's echoes fade from my hutches — your ghost another side touches Not only chimes ...

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