Reciprocal Poems - Poems about Reciprocal

I was once asked, what's the one thing I despise? But words faltered, for she, my reflection, listens to my cries. In the mirror, her gaze sharp, like daggers, meets mine, A silent dialogue of disdain, an internal sign. I detest her patience, unrequited and unearned, Kindness persists, tears withheld, a lesson unlearned. A heart forgiving, releasing the past's unrepentant grip, A...

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just a snowflake falls dust particle evolving atmospheric dust ~ from skies to ground up and down gathers temperate seasonal rain snow ~ winters dew frozen spring moisten air rainfalling falls filling terrain ~ water moisture aire gathering reciprocal spring rain winter snow 12/28/23 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr...

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A long stare at one is plain insult: I’ve never done that to an adult, Even one in his dying Renault, Badly harassing him with some fault, Wanting to end up in their own vault Or owner dispatch to his own vault… But should one adult spare insults, Who has been offering open assaults And could on a youth use catapults With all...

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Why reciprocal love ? Whenever injustice and Discrimination operate,  Many people fall in the deep pit.   Hard to come out, Hard to stand , Hard to voice out , Hard to be heard,  Hard to develop, Anger and tears turn to be Daily bread of most victims. Violent taughts feel the mind of victims. Why reciprocal love?...

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Heart to heart breast to breast breath to breath lips to touch a dying such Soul sinless I'm naked and I am not ashamed I am naked and I'm not ashamed I am naked and I'm not ashamed I have left my sins in the rain I've chosen the Lamb of the King Once I was wondering now I've...

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Returning compliments Received, a kind word to Redeem a thoughtless tongue Reach out to the shy ones Remember when you were Raw and blue, the one who Relieved your wounded wings~ 4/17/21 Pleiades R contest Sponsor: Kim Merryman...

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Have I ever told you that Anteros whispered love notes to me the day we met? His sensuous breath carried love’s arrows and my heart became yours without regret. You must have heard the whispers he had let for you softly stroked the hair from my face, and never since, have we left love’s embrace. Our love grows stronger as the...

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Drainage cracks and fingers of eroding souls. Long dim hotel stairwells are sarcastic chasms to the flood, like artifacts of insanity and poet's blood. We dare to run down as prisoners on parole, humming parodies of parables and dying at sea. Our graves are laid in the phantom fathom estuaries and reciprocal tunnels of our beginnings....

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Love Reciprocal Verse 1 Two souls complete, let us retreat, to a place where our visions can meet Captured to stare, none can compare, with true love and war becoming fair When forces are real, transcending appeal When there’s no other love I can feel With time unaware, casting my care Incomparable romance is there Chorus Love reciprocal, that’s intangible Let us conquer and do...

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Pride please go in my pocket. Faiths come out and play. Love don’t hate. Real don’t behave fake. Peace don’t bring me war. Pleasure doesn’t bring me pain. Being rich can’t make me poor. Struggling for something can make you grateful for nothing. Open don’t lock me out. Thought has frequency like sound, but...

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mother turns her head to see her son’s hair in the light shining above the breakfast table all laid out & spots a gray--- the dark brown hair once flailing behind the drumset in the garage during the teenage years, has begun to go away & it makes her feel older than she is herself, having earned her grays raising him, having watched her own...

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his gentle strokes evoke pleasure and zeal a celebration of mutual love 110720111410 Contest: A Poem You Like HM...

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Mitosis movements wrap together in pulsing conduits of vibrant vigor to nudge the prod of creation until all division lines fold down to ampersands welcoming liberated hands operating in unison despite all individualistic instincts sordidly hoarding for dominion of identity denying the swirling dependencies holding all bodies in godly orbit....

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See me as I am Me, being me A person Wanting Needing Feeling Hoping to Forever love And be loved by you Butterfly - my own created style - no rhyme with syllable count of 5,4,3,2,2,2,3,4,5...

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In a two way mirror- a beholder takes in prior reflections of the artist's mind....

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