Over And Over Poems - Poems about Over And Over

(Lines 1-3 of the poem are those of the sponsor, Constance La France) "Fantasy is the magical stuff much of my poetry is made of." by author I hold three magic rocks, in my hand, rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this reality behind, far behind, I close my eyes. . . I’m in a field of clover! I...

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Author Dana Redricks December 7, 2024 I get up and fall down, over and over again, when my life feels like I'm just a wall. I get up and start over again, You've been my closest friend through it all. Even when it seems like my life is coming to an end, I fall down,...

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If we choose to share our love and life with someone whether it be a man and woman, two women or two men… may we be blessed as the year slip by to fall in love with that person… over…and over…again ...

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Over and over again I try to obliterate the stain But every now and then She fire me up with pain Again and again. Over and over again I tender apologies Yet without considerations or remedies The more I try to unleash my good reasons The more I got ignored like dry seasons. Over and over again I got ignored And my love for...

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Over and over I searched everywhere To discover the truth Yet I couldn't seem to find it anywhere Because i couldn't see As I was blinded and blinkered too What was sadly staring back at me Right in front of my face All along The truth was to insufferable To face and take head on As the truth in reality Is so very...

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Been worse Been less but now I am blessed been lost not found got both feet firmly planted on the ground I'm not lack I'm not less I am Heavenly blessed Been rich been poor have had thousands leaking through the floor Lost houses few friends Have gains have losses Been replenished over and over again But...

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i guess till now supplies will be supplied when the time come's he come's around for now i just wait side store four pack side winder killing time to my next wearabout running with time tracking my next couple miles to my reside shade always on track they must hate it in back again sip by sip mental time lapse that come's to a blank...

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Phoenix is reduced to ashes. Consumed by a powerful flame. They lay strewn all over the ground. Just mere ashes, no more than dust. Hardly anything that's living. However, this is not the end. The bird comes together once more. It's more dynamic than before. Into the sky, ascend and soar. It reaches prominence again. Written March 30, 2011 for Phoenix Rising Contest sponsored by Unseeking Seeker ...

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the dreamghost repeated motions endlessly tasks never completed and I am too much and not enough right about not quite while others gossip at a table the wages of labor the weight of our lives headstones bearing histories as cars on the west end pass stories told between calls services required a drunken cry at midnight mistaken as love a long drive over a narrow road shimmering lakes and a call of the woods a...

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When is it the proper time to praise Without not saying His name in vain You can, you should praise the Lord our God always over and over over again Don't be ashamed To praise Him Just praise His name 6/10/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020...

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Picasso sold only one painting to his brother. I have sold at least ten to my best friends, maybe fifteen. So can I die happy? Not yet. Never understood Monet’s consistent drawings of tree after tree Until I began painting the same face over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over...

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Over and over again I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams. You whispered to me in a sweet dream. “Over and over my dearest, we can run but we cannot hide. Even love afar, make the heart wish to be serenade by true love caress. The tapestry of life, is never fair. You and...

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No one understands the beauty of being silent more than I. I have learned the lesson so many times. Over and over and over. And yet, here I am, Fuming mad. The little angry Dude inside Screaming for Me to Right a Wrong; not My business As usual. Injustice will Be the Death Of me. Or at Least the death Of some of My Opportunities. I am Ready To Scream The Truth, Maiming Myself With My Mouth For the Zillionth Time…....

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The Ancient Mariner’s Fate Eternally doomed adrift Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Mariner repeats his Story over and over now. A sad soul in true agony Incomprehensible His heart now dry as dust To his fate he must bow. Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved December 3, 2018 (Double Dactyl)...

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68 Over And over Said we Could Begin again But all You bleed Is regret Cuz we’re Over And over Again Thinking Why did We begin Over And over Again Maybe You got Too close So it had To be Over And over Again Or worst you How you Loved heroin More than Me please Don’t take This to a final Over and over Again...

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