Reason Poems - Poems about Reason

anything can be accomplished by one's greed ~ even that of reason...

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Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter "Time is the wisest counsellor of all.” Pericles ************************************************************** Time Heals Heartbroken Souls ...

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What’s the reason of this plot Why I can’t recall Can’t receive a single prompt Letters on the wall Could have told me what to do If I should have done Of if not, than I’d ask you In the evening sun And you turn to me with your Reassuring smile Standing at the kitchen door With a glass of wine There’s no better answer, love To...

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There’s a song without music I hum While I wait for your call every night And the lyrics that usually come “You’re my everything, you’re the light” But the rest I’ve forgotten, exept That together-forever trope And of course there were tears I wept And most likely, the blessings of hope Though it all may not matter this time But it does, even...

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All I want in this whole world is someone to love, Someone to hold, to cherish, to dream of. All I need is someone to comfort me— To stand by my side, to help set me free. Someone to talk to, to whisper things to, Someone, my dear… someone like you. Someone who'll love me, and I’ll love them back, Someone who’s...

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The reason why i keep to myself my feelings in simpler terms is because i can't explain them I tell myself it's all okay, But I know it’s just a lie I can't even bring myself to tell the person i trust most I don't want her to worry I don't want her to doubt I don't want her to fear Or...

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Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…boulders embossing...marbling and moss flossing Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in lush dappled glades of plush bluebell dells Stacked cumulus collage..shield cracked by dazzling azure shard mirage Chubby clouds’ japes..conjuring cannily hung...

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D-elicate A-roma I-s S-ubtly Y-ielding B-right O-utlooks, S-till Q-uiet U-nderstanding I-n L-ife L-ets O-ptimism S-tay ©bfa042525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Daisy D. Bosquillos) ...

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(yes, I'm serious) Three minutes. That’s how long it took to name a swarming mess: A self-appointed poet with rogue chemicals sizzling in her nerves. The diagnosis long and fancy— bitter but addictive on my tongue, like the gin I’ve grown fluent in. (Is that why his voice was slurred?) ...

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Why does the poet write ‘plethora’ when ‘abundance’ will do for the same reason I praise your beauty lest...

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Burning the midnight oil while writing this poem one line at a time looking for reason searching for meaning making words scan and having them rhyme consider the hands of a clock as around the dial they rotate some arrive early (tick-tock tick-tock) others come in late one is fast the other slow round and round and round they go observe this strange conundrum it's a paradox...

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Interview with an Angel After a long surgery brewed in urgency, I lie supine with the body pining with fury With eyelids nearly closed seeking divine mercy To deliver me from the painful misery. I seemed to have besought His grace for lengthy hours When...

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A Reason And A Season Miracle Man 4/25/2025 I deal with the challenge of my wife’s dementia, Many days I’m tempted to just “cut and run.” I constantly remind myself, “it’s not her fault,” so I’ll stay at her side until one life is done. Our marriage this August will mark 60 years, we’ve weathered many miles of crooks and bends. Tearfully, I reminisce...

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Days, months and years to all are special, Because the rate of occurrences are spatial, A deliberate art of super human, To propel celebration of event and man, Even those that are tragically comic. We hold high birthdays for they are annual crops, Centurys' first day is sold in a rare kiosk ain't shops, A new day in a decade is ten...

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Why the weight of life? Why not just the lightness, even If unsustainable?...

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