Over Poems - Poems about Over

Men judge other men Not by their motivations But by their actions Who writes history It's written by survivors No one else is left In a person's life What can be worse than old age The alternative A man becomes old When his past regrets start to Take the place of dreams Hypocrisy is In its way a pillar of Civilization Childhood is over When a door that's left ajar Lets the...

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I’m over the “I do nothing wrong” people I’m over the “when I hurt you sit there and take it but don’t you dare do it to me” Life is precious but some people just suck the life out of me I gave the wrong ones a chance to be around me So many of y’all coming into...

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They speak of humanity in colours Black as night, pale as bone Silver like moonlight, gold like the sun As if the sun warms one side more than the other. With free hands they drew maps Carved mountains, split rivers Crowned some as kings of dust Left others to beg beneath their feet. But what is race, really? Is it not just a shadow...

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Tab 8 The summer pains will Go away; and once winter breaks Problems become numb The snow and cold air Soothe your sunburns, and the lake Of your mind freezes in the mint For the first time in A while, even though your nose Is red- there is peace But the harsh winds get Repetitive over time You crave the sunlight And when you know It...

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In the dead of night, when sleep refuses to come like a gentle cloud over thoughts, there should be a sanctuary where you can retreat when fatigue becomes a burden, when drinks no longer quench the thirst for forgetfulness, and grass no longer weaves dreams, and I don't mean places where the escape is towards stardust scattered in...

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Over our collective figurative eyes commander in chief pulls wool... because you watch and see that democracy will unspool military (intelligent) industrial complex tool at Trump's beck and call, where hardened soldiers train the crosshairs of their firearms against innocent bystanders, especially targeting supposedly nonestablishmentarians (like this rebel without a clause), who embraces win/win conflict resolution shouting thru a megaphone while standing atop a toady stool, hence deployment of National...

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Wrap me in dreams, like a canvas of stars draped over my soul, When the rain weaves its silver silk on windows like a veil of silence, The cold gathers us like birds under the same sky, caressed by memories, The sun, a weary painter, lays slanting rays on the terraces of our dreams. Let dreams carry me through...

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It must’ve been a season, not your full story. But every season builds our endurance, another step towards the glory. It has helped you realise, you need time to heal. Sometimes we do really need to sit, just sit and feel. Pick up the pain, don’t focus on the lost time. Its all a part of the plan, you’re going to be just...

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Written: June 3rd, 2025, For Contest By: Constance la France Quote: "Age cannot wither it, nor custom stale Its infinite variety." - William Shakespeare *************** Warm sun butterscotch sand kisses the feet, Salted air and layered hands settle into the seat. Rather than striving for virtue, we are...

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In the morning's silence, when the sun barely opens its eyelids over the world, I look back at the child I once was, carefree and without shadows of doubt, When love was just a word hidden in the corners of the heart, A secret slipping stealthily, whispering stories untouched by time. I remember learning words, words that danced in...

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In the silence of a frozen morning, when the cold weaves its crystal cloak over the world, I will never say "I love you," not because I don't feel it, but because those words, Thrown like coins at the feet of strangers, cannot bear the weight of what I feel, They are too small, too worn out, too...

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It is not over This long Winter I am already so sick Of the Winter Also I still go out during The Winter And I also dress warm When I go for my walks Outside I need to walk Because walking is good for me And my diabeties It keeps my sugar low ...

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When i said its over i meant it you should have just moved on instead of opening this its too late now whatever you are trying to find , its long gone...

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Red Over Red Over Red Red Over Red Red Over Read Shedding More Blood And Tears Over The Dead. Dead Not Yet Dead Wept... Dead Swept For Years... Wipe All The Red Wet And Soak Up Your Fear. -Gray Squirrel 05-23-2025...

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