Pleasant Poems - Poems about Pleasant

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I thought I’d have to leave my favored spot and go inside this warm and humid day. My pleas for respite must have been perceived, for Nature sent a lilting, soothing breeze, enabling me to have more time outdoors....

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Before you know it time has fallen away, becoming a memory that shall always stay... A moment, the only moment where time stands still... Looking back at a placid picture, defined in gracious hues of a heartfelt yesterday... I feel all the love we've gathered along the way... ...

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The moon peeked between two branches above me The wind said goodbye, everything was quiet This is where dreams and wishes met I could feel it inside, in the sky I could see Closure for some things, hanging high Creative endeavors within reach Time always holds lessons to teach I captured it all with relief and a sigh Heidi Sands 3/9/25 (C)opyright ...

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Huts of havoc built…tranquility constructed… Then, destroyed… Tents of tension rebuilt…calmness abducted Then, I’m unemployed… Let’s dwell in God’s tabernacles, my beauty dear Have no sudden fear Have so much cheer Let’s spell out Christ on our tablets of hopes that appear Let’s praise God today! I pray you’ll save me I’ll be more than okay Please set me free...

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friendly birds chirping hungry kittens muffled meow the sound of silence...

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Ambered hues in faded frames, a bygone era's smile, Bakelite whispers of forgotten songs, on a crackling vinyl isle. Daguerreotypes, ghosts of laughter, dance in sepia light, Embers of a childhood fire, casting warmth in the night. Flickering candlelight paints stories on the wall, Gramophone's melancholic tune, a memory's gentle call. Handwritten lines on aged paper, secrets whispered in ink, Inkwell, a...

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Pleasant spring like day February 9th, 2024 A scent (and sixth sense predominates), when apple boughs and other aromatic flora laden with blossoms and fruit gently assail cilia of the nostrils, aside from aiding distinguishing pleasant or unpleasant smells additionally incorporate complex structures of the paranasal sinus mucosa in which function critical linkedin to respiratory defense. Cilia beat in a coordinated...

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Half asleep, drowsy our gaze, poised in this in between phase, when conscious mind is asleep, into the vast void we leap. Lucid dreams in astral realms, brings wisdom that overwhelms, transforming us from within, as bliss beats play on our skin. Entwined with the universe, we have no need to rehearse, as we flow thus, heart aglow, vibrant in staid stillness slow. 15-May-2023...

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I live in England My country is not in Google No one recognises the name I go under United Kingdom And no one can explain I live in the green and pleasant land Rule Britannia and god save the king But it’s done underhand When I look there is nothing France, Germany, Italy and Spain Are all allowed to use their name Mention England the barriers...

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face it a nod going west except it He says nada WWE chock hold comes a nod from the east she says si It’s on you seen it then you face it your time has come Your grills mad please bring him loot turn that mad grill upside down more violence please strike him rich help out turn his grill from mad bring crime all this overlooked...

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After death, we know not the result What will happen to us? is unknown But, all must have that experience None can escape it in any method Ants die very easily everywhere Struggle will be indeed very brief Butterflies have a very short span They with mirth face the end So long as you are alive here Be thankful to the Almighty Do the best...

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"Recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown... " ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge Sweet memories pop up, and linger as petrichor, oftentimes prompting me to slide down the evergreen joys of past where, with the rhythm of dainty blooms, my song chimes; Like the bright yellow sunflowers in fields vast, childhood scenes wave their...

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Resting my eyes, I glance around. A peaceful night, a quiet night. Outside all is slow, a car passes here, a bird flies across the moonlight sky there. The full moon, the bright moon....

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