Quite Poems - Poems about Quite

Although she looked like a dainty delight That gorgeous faerie queen was not quite right Bad-talked people before they were out of sight She was grouchy and mean, all day and night Her green eyes were glowing, extremely bright She had blonde hair that was curly and light She appeared two weeks ago just past twilight What comes from her mouth simply...

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There is order to my chaos an urgency to make things right I have ambitions I can taste dreams that must be set in motion once I see the morning light There is order some my chaos a plan when all you see is madness I fear that I’ll run out of time I long to leave my affairs most orderly A fine book...

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These manly hands have held another image itched in eternal stone looked on by an admirer running through crowds: feeling so lost and so alone! Nothing too beautiful lasts quite a while, it has the fragility of a delicate, perfumed rose soon to be snatched by a lover of ardent prose... ready to conquer the wild eyes of sapphire! Any poet staring at...

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In English, we say: "I can't stop thinking about you." But in poetry, we say: I know we just met, but I couldn't sleep last night— your voice played on repeat in the quiet corners of my mind. This morning, I kept wondering... how it feels when someone runs their fingers through your hair, how your heart responds to a touch that speaks...

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Phoebe and her brother and sisters loved to play, like capricious wind; And many robust children lived nearby, like green nature, an old friend. The Clarks lived in town, like turquoise neptune, in caramel sun orbit; And also relied upon retiring early, to enable early rising. Dewy carpets! Father worked daily in the factory, while Mother was a proficient...

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Fervent poet’s quest, thorough scan for synonym, close fit or match flop ...

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Having been, seen and so known, light of our true self full blown, although we know who we are, we operate below par. How much longer should we wait, to fully assimilate, this awareness all the time, mirroring heart’s bliss beat chime?...

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I’ve got so much to say, But my words don’t come out right. Thoughts stacked in my chest, Heavy, ready to fight. I try to speak, but I freeze, The words just slip away. I need to let it all out, But I don’t know what to say. I’m screaming inside, But my voice won’t break through. I just need someone to listen, To hear what...

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bliss dewdrops sprinkled on our head signal we are by God’s hand led holding our soul in close embrace as we mindfully on earth tread steps toward heaven we retrace that here now we may see God’s face for tomorrow may be too late since ego we’ve failed to efface though strobes of bliss do not abate strangely uncertain seems our fate since our focus...

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My favorite sheets are cotton; One set’s yellow, one is blue. They feel as cool and crisp as they First did when they were new. They’re covered in fish swimming. (They are skipjack, I was told, Or at least what was described online From where the sheets were sold.) It recently occurred to me That when I go to sleep, Although I wish I’d stay...

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I haven't written in a while. I haven't felt the need. Or rather the motivation, The desire to not impede. I haven't felt love in a while. I wish you knew I might. Can you not see my pain? It appears my lover; Not quite. Love me?...

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You continue to impress me With everything you do And you can do most anything That you put your mind to You truly are amazing A tiger through and through And to top it off you're gorgeous There's no one else like you...

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Just what have I done with my life A man put that question to me I started to think and I gave him a wink But my mind drew a blank, well, let’s see I’ve not built a bridge made...

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I'm just one poem among a hundred billion, to be followed, no doubt, by another hundred zillion. But what sets me apart - is that I do burp - I do fart - and, moreover - I take it all to heart....

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Sometimes when I look into a mirror…the image surprises me. On the one hand I’m sure the image I am looking at is me… But if I look a little closer I also see a hologram a visual representation of everything I am… I am the Earth, the sky, the oceans…the mountain and the trees I am every animal that...

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