Please Poems - Poems about Please

He can't wait to move out since he's grown up- but the problem is that he has no car and has no job (Is it a catch twenty-two?), he's wise enough to understand that he cannot live as a freeloader be forever dependent on his parents he's a grown man not a little boy problem is he has no car and has no...

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“Life's a gift, but sometimes sorrow moves the path of our tomorrow." _ by Poet From happy to heartbroken, we've become, without...

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Please tell me it’s summer every day of the year. Please tell me that Aerosmith plays from the sky. Please tell me that heaven’s a basketball court. Please tell me that everyone’s life has a point. Please tell me that no one is ever alone. Please tell me that dying is easily explained. Please tell me that broken birds get back...

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Please do not hurry to grow up, innocent days will pass like dust in winds of time both swift and sure. Bring me one more dandelion, I'll make a wish for you to stay within my heart if near or far. If your laughter I could capture, I would keep it locked in a safe and bring it out on rainy days. Innocent days...

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Iran has several activated terror steam cells in the USA and they could be planning active acts of bio-terrorism in our country around this years' 4th of July's Indepen dance Day's celebrations. Their favorite targets are parades, sporting events and all other venues of operations where loud crowds are prone to gather. But that doesn't mean they couldn't...

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Q Did Lucifer, who became Satan, want to usurp God or become equal to Him? A Lucifer, knew that he could not take God's place, which is why he stated, "I will be like the most High." Q So, did Lucifer want the heavenly hosts to worship him, along with...

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Steady beat Orchestra plays Trumpet sounds A Soldier goes to war, but might not come back Every sunrise and sunset Every foot stepping march moving in courage Every salute being an honor Symbolic nature Eye on individual military uniform Thank you for your service Echoes of War in sacrifice The thought of devastation Ashes that rise with a darkened shade Front and center made by a Soldier Purple Heart...

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I’m racing round the NASCAR scene, With bugs and grit upon my gleam. The rubber flies, the dust goes wild, Screen’s smeared, rip it off, I cried. Tear it Off, Rip it Off! Shatter My Veil, to Crystal Clear, Please! Got no time to wipe, stop or weep, My tear-offs are stacked ten deep! Snatch and rip my world to clear, Let's end the pit-stop...

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I am unsure when I stopped trying to please everyone else at my own expense When I was young I had a need to be liked by everyone I did whatever I could to get them go beyond mere approval Was I in my thirties when I stopped this? I am not sure But I know why I stopped it. Some...

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don’t thrust belief on my heartbeat for I dwell not in lower mind instead feel love’s magnetic heat bliss delight which I follow blind with vibrations of God aligned...

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I think about the person I thought I would be by now, someone stronger, more fearless, more put-together. Someone who didn’t cry over things that happened years ago. Things that happened last week. Memories from when I first wore a backpack. Memories now. Someone who had it figured out. I’m fifteen, and I don’t have...

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I wonder what it would’ve been like to grow up differently. Perhaps with fewer mental roadblocks. Possibly with a brain that wasn’t constantly shifting channels without warning. I’ve been trying so hard lately, writing a book that digs into the mess of identity, lying, family, and mental illness, designing guitar lesson plans, building a future...

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Recently, there was a subtled battle, Between the sound from a shop and the piano. At first, it was just a small issue, Eventually it grew bigger and uglier. For exactly eleven months, I have been playing the piano for fun, The unique half a century old melodies, Have brought so much joy and effective therapy, To the public and to me. I made...

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Do you have a poetic licence to park your pitiful purple prose (alliteratively he wrote) it even puts my poor feet to sleep and gives me painful coma toes (literally did he quote) And have you paid your syn tax to persist in paltry poetry (a non sequitur perhaps) as dabbling in sad scribbling is how your paean 'ppears to me (no storied scripts mere scraps) Before...

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Please don't abandon this life so soon Before blossoms spill their sweet perfume Wait with me for morning's garden song that gently reminds we each belong. Watch as sun dances over each hill, waking sleepy fields, lilac and still. We'll run through a field of marigolds, splash in a stream that defies control. We are so lucky to have this chance to share such...

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