Pull Poems - Poems about Pull

When distanced from source we feel incomplete, which involuntarily births intent to be still, being our way to repent, that thus by surrendering at God’s feet, invoking grace we sense magnetic heat, signalling God has accorded consent, for our pristine soul’s heavenward ascent, in bliss mists, leaving heart feeling upbeat. The cause behind all causes, is this pull, being simply stated, God’s magnetism, rapture beyond...

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Pull yourself out of it you have been sad far to long But how can I pull myself out of it if I don't know what is wrong Pull yourself out of it it's easy if you just try But how can I Pull myself out of it if for no reason I start to cry Pull yourself...

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this vast and silent space this tiny dot we call our home we who breathe and dream here are but specks of dust among too many others. some stars born anew some wander forever some quietly fade away still we look up make wishes on dying stars as if the void might answer a whisper such tiny beings like us found each other amid a thousand floating...

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I was turning the bed, knife-deep in dirt when I felt it: that ache in the wrists from too much tending. And there she was again— not in the muscle, in the memory. Being her friend was like this: feeding a ghost with phantom limbs, never full, never proof enough. She wore collapse like a weather system borrowing against good nature, demanded every last bit of attention— prostration...

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Lost Underneath this despair Lies darkness that loots Loots the humanity inside of me It is darkness I see,not humanity It is darkness that sees me,not humanity Dead Dead Is the light of hope Hope for the light that outshines the darkness Darkness that loots,the sanity inside me Gloom Gloom Fills the heart that loves,that loved In the time of emptiness Gloom is what fills me,gloom is...

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In current times, breaking up is often referred to as a slow-motion breakup, or as the new generation might say, "pulling back." The lyrics of songs reflect the sentiment that breaking up is challenging, though it is approached differently today. Whenever I approached two to three years into a relationship, I recall sensing the gradual shift or...

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Sometimes it's time to pull the pin, not to make a din, but to abide, let it slide, and sit on the fence watching the tide come in....

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Unclench your sphincter to better see the world around you and reality. Survey the landscape thru a forests tree's spot the misconceptions of what's to be. These lefty loons they prefer dysfunction while spreading lies without compunction. Big changes are needed we just can't wait the deceit they hide intent to obfuscate. They'll side with fraud and bureaucratic waste against the working man where the burdens placed. Their in disguise the evil few making claims that just aren't...

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The snake coils in the sun, spectacles sheathing her eyes, trunk warming against the earth. They say she feels nothing, only the hiss of hunger, the strike of instinct. But watch— how she lingers where the light is softest, how she curves herself into the shape of what she trusts, how she returns, again, to nest in the mesquite. The crow does not speak...

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Pull up a chair for grief right now and let her sit beside you She’s come around to hold your hand so let her in, she’ll guide you. She’ll be with you throughout your loss She’ll be your only comfort. She’ll wipe your tears and hold your heart while all things fall apart around you....

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I dim with the dark. I spiral with the world. I look up to see you: Bright and still. I shiver in the cold. I crack at the pressure. My blurry eyes gaze: Warm and solid. Desolate contusions, Mend me of my bruises, I can't seem to place quite why. I hurdle just to stumble, Embrace me in the rubble, Never to complain or sigh. A shoulder,...

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Hate hangs from me like a disintegrating cloak It’s sickly oil tendrils trailing from me It never gives passes Eloquent in its misuse Scratching its way through the sheerness. of the slivers Feeling so black that blue isn’t quite enough Love drapes from me like a sculpted marble toga It’s twirling twines exploding into fluff It lives in the past and futures Incoherently overused It coddles...

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I empty my treasure caskets. Allured by Renunciation Pearls and gems yet fill my baskets. I gather each new temptation. ...

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I told you how I felt, but you'd twist it to arguments, and now I wonder is it worth speaking at all? I stand here, weighing it up respect and distance, I've been matching what you give, but when the lines blur, I begin to pull away. No one's coming to save me, I've known that for a...

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I come with the indomitable intent to beguile Upon your face, I place an ephemeral smile When I come, I don't stay very long I have you up early but by the time I leave, I'll have you singing a sad song Gone! Gone like a thief in the night Sometimes I make you blackout, but when you return,...

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