Overfilled Poems - Poems about Overfilled

...Cracking Glass Your mind fills like a glass Always taking never ask Never asking questions and never drawing lines Never turning forwards, just staring far behind You crack and break and bend ......

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...In life and in love, you wanted Someone whose love was true. And through the ups and downs, They would always be there for you. You said that your someone Would hold on regardless. Their love......

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...In the bottom of a drawer, where rusted nails and screws gather dust, never used to mend the house we swore we’d build together, my dreams lie waiting. In the back, with the dried-up ketchup ......

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... I wanted to make something drawn from bosom You & I gemini'd, From the wells extract'd virginity untouch'd by compounds— Forgot to send it out, forgot to hit send, Hello,......

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...We, with the geometry and evening balance of our midcentury hands—gently lower the cloche over the day between us. It is a nightly ritual, gravity-driven, habit built over time, the g......

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...I cast my ballot for Destiny My dreams halted My mind behind bars An inconsolable thought I greet Destiny with a tired smile Destiny stares back at me. She perseveres. We meet in the middle ......

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...Unquenched thirst for things divine can only come when the bucket has overfilled. As absorbed and filtered will be light if a grain of sand becomes glass, surrendering itself to high heat.......

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...I know you are sad that I am no longer there. I'm in the presents of God. No need to despair. This place beautiful unlike anything I've ever seen. Not one soul here who Jesus hasn't made clean. ......

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...Look around; the Earth is dying; the whales and elephants crying. The honeybee has dwindled down, the Earth is dying; look around. Plastic pollutes the world's oceans; brewing up poiso......

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...He deserves such softness. Bony hips bruised on the corners of card tables and rough edges Three different lifetimes worn through his young skin. Skin bruised beyond its years and demanded toughe......

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...A Song With no Name From my grandfather and my dad and performed by their son and grandson, me. It was an old melody with no name of a ballad my grandfather wrote a long time ago. The melody was s......

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...winds of separation you blew towards me when you set the boundaries of longing. it was you who overfilled the bowl I held out then whilst spilling the wine, you laughed. how did you, then, walk a......

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...In shiny armor knights of old, Only quests for the brave and bold, Famed Holy Grail chalice to hold. But my heavy chalice isn’t gold, Mine is night black and filled with cold, About death is my ......

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...Growing up,                                                                  we never lived near my aunt.                                          On trips t......

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...My tummy started growing, And the sickness came in waves, I knew that I was pregnant, It was very early days. I checked each week's development, Each stage my baby reached, Overfilled with jo......

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