Ordinary Poems - Poems about Ordinary

Picking up the trash I brush past you. You say: "mind the ice." I smile - a mental picture of my comic duck-walk. Halfway to the garage I hear your voice again, as if your throat were within mine. I feel your salty gravity as a presence dipped in my blood. At the sink, you kiss my cold fingers hum a song from ‘Frozen’, while stirring hash in...

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Wakey, wakey! The buzz from my advanced THRITY THREE TEN seem to yell Opened windows slapped aging mango leaves on my face Monday already? Morning already? Granny’s creaking chair again! Savoring with folks of mine the bland toast with juicy old gossip, mom’s warm smile Welcomed into my everyday worn out NIKE with pain Unending miles, but starts with a mile. The...

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I was like a paper and you were the writer, You wrote my life the way no one could ever. I was like an old magazine lying on a shelf, You made me realise my worth which I would have never done myself. I was just like a glass of water, You were the one to tell me how...

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Roary the rat was an alchemist with a notorious reputation. He had been creating gold since his college graduation. His workshop was located at the London Train station. He alone had created most of the new treasury for the nation. Now I shall create silver, he told Raven, his trusty cat. This might seem odd, for a kitten to be...

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How I hate the attitude of ordinary people towards life, How I detest this banality that spreads like a heavy mist, Over the fields of my soul, how from the depths of my being, I despise their simplicity, those nice and simple people, With their eternal price lists. How my blood boils, Under the burden of this monotony, like a...

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No time to get out of the legal basis They force us to live in debt And only in fantasy there’s an oasis We’re offered to keep what was kept Choose your own God, cherish fairytale dreams Pray and dream on like your neighbour Work like a slave to possess what it means Manage your social behaviour And in the end...

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Ordinary married sexagenarian mortal fêted as savior incarnate... Courtesy a plethora of marriageable females dogging, hounding, and lowing the living daylights forcing yours truly to go undercover and into hiding within the heart of darkness at a remote undisclosed location in Perkiomen Valley changing my name, rank and serial number to protect what little remaining innocence (analogous from the salvaged wreckage of the...

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Just a leaf, falling blindly Seeking light, breathing the night In melancholic, still and cool Flames of gentle in colors and hues Soft as the twilight, pouring Grace through the eve – trees Naked, bared by the breeze.. brr…. Just a flake, falling soft Beneath the glow of a moon Who knows the song, The stories of healing, the poetry The praise, stirred by the wonder Covering...

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The park still wears a light mist over its grassy reaches. Autumn and the trees are losing their leaves. Children are getting ready to go to school. An old woman is pushing a shopping trolley full of her possessions along the street. The homeless emerge from cardboard boxes. The days are getting colder. A crane on a nearby building site begins to turn slowly, lifting a metal cage up off...

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Ordinary People ....................................... walking on the roads hurriedly, to reach workplace indifferently, to finish pending work finally., saw a bleeding man callously, looked at passing by people furiously, and thought did my duty thoroughly. The dying man could be wishing desparately, to help him with a heart humanly. What did he know,we have become possibly, merciless than the reaper so grimly. Have the time to take...

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Just because it's ordinary doesn't mean it doesn't bring us joy...

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What's happening And not happening Simultaneously Is the appearance Of the ordinary and Is unknown and Unknowable..the Ordinary unknowable......

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there is no ordinary orange there is ominous orange magical orange wonderful orange scary orange thrilling orange exciting orange but never ordinary orange if you ask me...

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Say a word That's separation.. Both the word and The sayer seem to Separate and divide What is not separate.. The search might end With this ordinary Noticing... ...

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I did not see you today But I imagined you, With my thought, With my eyes, With my skin, You were here. I would want you To look at me as usual To use you eyes as a mirror, And see myself and how beautiful I am. ...

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