Page Poems - Poems about Page

He loved her like the last day of autumn — knowing she'd leave, but holding on as if his hands could change the season. She wasn’t just a chapter — she was the entire book he never finished, because he kept rereading the parts where she smiled. He built a world around her absence, talked to her like she still listened in the silence of 3 a.m....

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(with the understanding that these words do not appear in this blank space, what remains is what this is, and what we are and not even~~~)...

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Today I’m grateful that to be on the same page as Elliot Page and wish more people could see the world through his/their eyes… “Everyone deserves to feel love” he/they says “Equally without shame and without compromise”...

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Unwritten page An unwritten page on a Word processor, I ought to leave it this way look and dream of what I could have written on the page If I delete words I have written, the page will be blank again No history, a crumbled-up sheet of paper for the waste basket For now, it is too late,...

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Do to others as you seek, Let kindness shine, make prayers unique. Even when they mock and scorn, Still bless them from dusk to dawn. For God, in love so deep and true, Held us close when we withdrew. The Word made flesh drew near to stay, Though we had wandered far away. Upon that Cross, in the darkest night, He interceded for us...

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Everyone reads what I write, Except the one it’s meant for. She never do. She never will. And I ask myself, Do these words mean anything, Or are they just a lullaby For a heart that forgot how to sleep? Maybe I write to lie, To pretend silence was a choice, Not a sentence carved into me. I stitched my mouth shut With thread made of shame, The...

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Every word is a choice The notebook page is hungry She needs verbs Her blank page excites me Verbs are my favorites too I give her a teaspoonful of jumping, dancing, and twirling She gulps that down with gusto Gives me a nod I feed her a tablespoon of whirling, skipping and hopping Followed by a cup of adjectives I like her to have a...

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Maturity doesn't come with age, but in silence, through each page turned with care, through inner storms that no one sees, where self-knowledge frees the spirit. Not in crowds or in the spotlight, but in gentle moments, in whispered prayers, we don't yearn for the life that shines, but for the one that speaks in subtle and discreet...

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nested questioned purchasing the opinion of learning theology, profession!! that i may decieve thy goodies believe my suppper platoon, obligations if capable of escape hatch plan with ^ find science method of acting, ahh gold please greatest gratuities and salute many drunk prostitutions for the husbandry laws various diplomatic african anglo appointments satire? still not confident in job mask next trimester suppresion clinique...

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the medical obstruction of justice as opposed to the medical obstruction to justice logic and logical assembly of sentences without derivations nor deviations as i am not the team but the expression of free speech as i am not property, yet i am anothers possession another right is violated, the medical oath is not licensable as the incision into...

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The blank page laughs and begins to dance She bends over and shakes her booty at me Put your petootsie away, I say, but I am smiling She wants words – adjectives, prepositions, verbs Especially verbs! She says, shaking, laughing, dancing She loves the ing-words the best, she is good at them I watch her sparkling, dazzling personality do a two-step Don’t...

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Blank page seems to say More than I can conversate Muse is so rude she left today I’m left confused feeling a way Mind is like insect in a web Spider there it won’t go well Trapped by the void of life Times we start over and must write Who saw a stick and said pencil Who saw tree as paper mental I...

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The Blank Page When romantic plots and tales are sought In the aesthetic and creative mind, At first unseen within the empty page Themes of lyrical verse are there to find. Where an artist...

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Life through colours prime colours, colours, prime That can change with time. Changing as I age Start the whitest page. Youth with colours bright blended, blended, right Stay within my sight. I’ll remain on view stay on view, on view This is what I’ll do I’ll refuse to fade will not fade, not fade My foundations made. As I change with age Colour up the page. ...

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Water drips from the tree limb in winter And I watched the grapes multiplying on the vine My heart is crying out for spring but Summer is when the oracle begins When the fruits begins to ripe and And the warmth began to flow I will show you which way to go Turn the page and read the lines Turn the page and...

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