Piece Poems - Poems about Piece

They asked for a piece of my mind— so I offered silence, wrapped in gold. No rage, no clamor, no thunderclap, just breath unbroken when the world turned cold. Peace of mind isn't a destination, but a pact with storms I’ve learned to outlast. Not the absence of chaos—but grace, in the moments I choose not to cast judgment, holding fast. It's the...

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P – Peace of mind, piece by piece, E - Emanates from heaven without cease. A – Amity with God occurs over time. C - Commitment to Christ, E - Emmanuel, a life sacrificed. O – Obedience required as God sayeth. F – Forgiveness, received through faith. M – Mercy and grace – God will bestow. I - ...

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I FEEL SHATTERED INTO PIECES LIKE A BROKEN MIRROR. I CAN'T SEE MY REFLECTION ANYMORE. THERE'S A PIECE OF MY HEART MISSING THAT CAN'T BE REPLACED BY ANYTHING BUT MY SON. I HUG MYSELF TO FEEL COMFORT AND ACT LIKE IT'S MY SON HUGGING ME. WE WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN I PROMISE.........

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All the French I can take - piece of cake. A baguette or croissants? Paris tempts. Cream inside; lick my lips. Morrow’s trip. ...

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Johnny's parents owned a bakery, selling cakes and yummy confections. Though only nine-years-old, Johnny showed interest, asking questions. He was soon making tasty cookies, to the glee of his baby sister, Anna. For parents are the best teachers, like golden days, leaving in glamour. Johnny's parents decided to offer, some of his buttery cookies for sale; For he had...

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Piece Of Art That Guy's A Piece Of Work AND A Work Of Art! A: PIZZA-WART!!!! I’m Not Sure Who Would Be A Fan Of That Kind Of: “Humor” But, You Know: ***Just In Case.*** -Gray Squirrel 07-17-2025 ...

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This piece of me fits nowhere in the vastness of the cold world. While others find things to do with their time, places to go. Things to say to each other in the shadow of the evening falling over false gardens. I burn in hell somewhere north of dreams lost in the mist of time. Flowers do not grow...

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A piece to heart BY:KHANYA ive found my own, alone leaving my heart in shambles dark in the cold as i was told, that love is a place where you’d find peace and yet i believed otherwise because i was crossed so many times but this time i thought of you and i wanted nothing but to be loved...

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I saw them in the corner Like brain pieces on the wall, Climbing to my ceiling, Loud and stinking with blood. I can hear them crawling Inside my moldy walls, Slow and steady Like the movement of organs....

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Life feels like a giant chess game you wake up already in motion making choices you didn’t plan on a board you didn’t build. What kind of piece are you, are you the King central, important, yet unsure needing protection and fearing the next move? Or the Queen bold, limitless, always thinking but tired of carrying too much without showing the weight? Maybe you're the Pawn quiet,...

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A light in the dark You were the one One that cured, one that healed But you left me with something— How long will it take to heal ? This scar that you left me with How long will it take to heal ? This part of me that misses you There will always be A piece of me in...

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Beach blanket on the shore, you can smell 'em miles off the water. Coated in peanut oil, the very last puzzle piece. Roses mingle with that gift box inside of a heart drawn in the sand. A pile of ribbons, bows, and curly fries....

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Moving mountains Piece by piece Rock by rock Moving mountains Heart break by heart break Layer by layer Moving mountains Inch by inch Crumble by crumble Until you look at what was And see something new ...

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Broken pieces.. Hole within.. God is peace.. Whole again.....

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[Perhaps this is apart of my twisted delusions? Oh, mundane, antithetical, to dream of a median--a deranged, psychotic thought.] [“I ponder the chains of order; perpetually asphyxiating a ‘disobedience’. Why, why we need of persecuting the good?”] [Malice subsumes those who yet to temper, and sorrow enshrouds those refined. Crux, crux, I call to, whom ignore my...

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