Rebuilt Poems - Poems about Rebuilt

RED There it is The mark of dead Wrecked up, messed up Drug dealer, car fixer Poorer than dirt Up to the neck in man hurt ...track B Brown Tiny, original The mark of birth Successed up, dressed up CEO, Someone you know Richer than stone On the top floor, only one door ...to original White Enveloped, concealed NOOOOOO My car has dents, cheap, paid in full ...but red FAILURE, a marker of sorts Broken, beaten, damaged But...

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I am perplexed and overwhelmed I glanced at the barren scarlet horizon While sinking my toes into the ground Oasis luscious green grass I can hear them in my brain and feel their arrival This can now be reconstructed using DNA We then stored the secret code What should we rebuild? Written: November 22, 2022...

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The narrow old bridge A short-cut to town To and fro traffics Have to take turns No pushing and rushing But patience and tolerance On this bottle-necked old bridge People stopped to greet Even to strangers they meet But a friendly smile is lost Since the old bridge is rebuilt For cars to speed For traffic to be fluent For oldies' hearts to be separated To be dragged further...

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Life has changed so much for everyone Many ways, different levels too Fighting battles, waiting to be won Holding on, trying not to feel so blue Unexpected restrictions around Many ways, different levels too Looking for ground we once walked and found But, none of us are in this alone Unexpected restrictions around We still walk the path the sun has shown It is all...

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sailing to sea with an understanding that i am not guilty of anything that i am feeling self sure sunshine wakes me up to new views that i have always wanted to see outside my head kissing my crush from age five to just now her skin feels just like it did when i first met hardy feels so nice to have a love to lean...

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I shall resolve to leave this Place now... And steadfastly search out, Nestling between ridge and bluff Amidst the folds of a foreign Land, Several acres of unkempt ground Fallow and rough; Upon which stands... Crumbled stone walls With an exposed slate roof in Some state of disrepair, And a rounded brough Complete with smooth, Well trodden steps Twisting around a narrow stair. An Inglenook, therein, Will I construct, With deep...

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I came home and found ...

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Torn apart dreams tossed away without care... Like paper pieces blowing free in the air... ...

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If I have learned anything as time goes by... Is that our lips have no eraser when it spills a lie... That there is no rewind button once words are said... Can't even climb into the Internet once an e-mail is read... We must learn to choose our words and meanings carefully... There can be no take backs , just...

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