Recognize Poems - Poems about Recognize

Oh,my dear busy honey bee, Your life...

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When shall we learn to recognize the truth That we are being preyed upon by beasts Whose sugared words are not enough as sooth For our wounds that rather increase like yeasts? How many roads or bridges need to fall, Or lives to lose fighting in others’ wars? How many children need grow in the hall Of ignorance, or tending their own...

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Have you ever looked in the mirror And not recognized the person you saw Sat back down in fear Lost your breath in awe But not the good kind at all Like your confused Like this person isn’t you This caked on makeup, dyed hair, showing skin person isn’t true This isn’t me I wish when I was younger I could...

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He is coming this way! My husband yelled. I know he was hiding now, he is fearful of people. Come on out, I told him. This is not a human. He is a monster, like us. The monster handed me a yellow daisy. Welcome to the neighborhood, he said. The rest of them are crazy, but I am sane. I knew he...

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Real recognize real While I walk through the seasons of life I meet alot of souls along the way Some was nice Some was wrong Some was good Alot was bad Some was intimidating Some was just friends Alot was selfish Too many was greedy Despite all I meet on this Journey There was the little few Whose personality...

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I recognized the hand immediately Daddy never used cursive He dropped out of school in eighth grade. He always printed. Maybe he forgot cursive? His blocky dark blue letters were put painstakingly onto a page. He wrote his memoirs more than once. Having Alzheimer’s in the end, he forgot what he had already written. The pages are a bit faded now, but the...

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As it speaks through the Lord skies Our hearts wide open We have seen as you have spoken Our Father we serve All glory to our Creator deserves Jesus Christ blessed us as his wine Fear not you are mine Our hearts of love You receive grace from above My beloved...

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I look into the mirror I barely recognize myself My skin is pale My eyes sunken in Inside is broken, While the outside withers Who am I but myself? Something broken and dead I feel my own heart A steady rhythm My thoughts are scattered My smile bland I feel like I am dying Inside I am already dead Who am I? I no longer feel like myself Hopeless and withered My...

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Did we want such a world where there is no Cultivation of flowers, people die from Hunger which way fishes die if kept on Soil, for want of medicine women and Babies fall down on the lap of Death while The war-mongers are investing million Million dollars in weapons-factories? Which peace in killing men, in whom there lie Hearts and...

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He has the kind of evil inside that every woman wants They follow him as if he is candy; a pied piper of sweet he is anything but, so I guess this is what attracts them I am an empath; being so, I can see through his purple heart. Not the kind the brave acquire, rather the kind evil...

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almost touched. hearts that brushed in passing. lasted looks with drops of rain amassing. memories enhanced twigs of despair grown to passion branched cab, puddle, heel, ankle eyelashes lost in looks that were tossed his way. this day, started differently. heartbeats separated by oceans of city ships all yellow lost, in seas of soulful pain, but two brushed hearts in passing, kissed in the mid-town summer rain...

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come sit with me a while, my darling beneath this apple tree come sit with me, my sweetheart do you not recognize me come sit and keep me company, my love i’ll welcome you every season of the year come sit with me, my precious i’ll listen as you pour your heart to me AP: 3rd place 2022 Submitted on May 23, 2021 to...

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Type A attempts to stress me up and make me do her bidding. Too late. I am lying under the rustling shadow canopy of my largest oak. I can feel an ant on my arm, and it makes me smile. I follow her progress for a bit. Then I flick her off. Gently, not killing her. Ambition yells “Come on! Do...

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Prancing within my own ideas are those of a voice I neither recognize nor discern as a true possibility A fairy? Muse? Entity? Disillusioned poltergeist? Relieved she is not shouting or hurting me yet, I am only a sliver of a slit frightened. She appears more powerful than I have ever been Or ever will be, and yet, I attempt to...

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Could it be that you don’t see me? In all my beauty you dismissed me. I know I’m flawed and yes, your right, yep you Ooops I missed a step, but how could it be you didn’t recognize me. Unheard, unseen in all I had to give, true beauty from within you...

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