Outpacing Poems - Poems about Outpacing

...The playing field level your words versus mine A race to forever embedded in rhyme The score has been tied neither side giving ground Both phrases and couplets inscribed to astound It’s l......

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... Teen Suicide Miracle Man 2/9/2022 A beautiful flower self plucked from time, too quickly outpacing a child’s playtime. Growing up too quickly for a girl her age, social media had ......

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...I think love requires little more than willing – if doors and windows are closed and shuttered, fresh air and sunlight cannot find a healing sliver – but slightly ajar, light and warmth ......

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...Death and Taxes Death enters our lives and fear draws its breath each day that we wake until it leaves us in death Outpacing mortality would surely set man free to leave our worries behind in......

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... Recalling the Time Written: by Tom Wright 3/10/2014 I can recall, in pictorial thought, the time, When reaching my point of desperation; Envisioning faintly, a death bell’s chime, F......

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...Another summer of black bullet and white heat rhetoric. The tally is in and once again, black tears outpacing death. Fiery marchers adding another link to Martin Luther's chain. Bull horns blowing......

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...The intrinsic beauty of the present moment Exploding our consciousness rewriting the hymn Outracing the words to an epiphany of reflection Outpacing all time —absolution within ......

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...Night traffic is streaming white lights coming toward the car speeding away red honking and puffing outpacing the horse and not tiring the mad goose faster than the one behind never at ......

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...(enjoy the puns) I happen to be a busy bee always racing with time since time how it flies for busy bees Ah wish I could just lasso it like a cowboy does his horse and thereby bring it to a ......

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...I jogged, one foot after the other, Lungs wide open to welcome, Breathings of the warm evening air, Eyes stung at the touch of Cruel sweat, saturated and salty. I jogged, a flat branch overhea......

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