Reluctant Poems - Poems about Reluctant

#4 on best new poems list as of 4/30/25 in church watching the chocolate eyes of the beautiful but not proverbial blushing bride I am chilled by this childish union choking...

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maybe the bride airmailed me a message to object to their match would be a mad gaffe so I found fulfillment in fantasy as off flopped her head in a photograph...

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She is getting married today, my childhood sweetheart. I catch her eye and in that instance her sensual lips curl in a half-smile. I would like to think that it contains a message – even an apology – as I am not the groom. Her chocolate brown eyes hold a challenge as the church minister...

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This can't be my age! I am still young at heart The life of a party Though hitting the bed by ten Gained a few kilos of weight But can fit into my youthful jeans Grew sluggish and shorter in height Although ready for a morning jog Have to wear glasses now As the print size has become smaller A few grays in...

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Her silken hair fell over her stunning gown. The gossamer veil cascaded down. Her sadness she tried to hide. Bright eyes opened wide. She beguiled. Bride. Falsely smiled. To tell him, she tried. Her love was never implied. Tiara jeweled as a queen’s crown. Her silken hair fell over her stunning gown. ...

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In the tempest of our love, I stood my ground, Embracing the whirlwind, the chaos unbound. Through the agony, the tears that drowned, I clung to you, in love profound. I cherished you with a fervent flame, In the heart's crucible, I staked my claim. In a cosmic dance, fate spun a new thread, To remix our saga, where possibilities spread. You unlocked...

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The bums and the heroes of revolution asleep As drawn to the cosmos a light travels deep He asked for no quarter playing outside the game His legion in shadows he’d never explain Each song once it’s sung his interest foregone To blind repetition he couldn’t belong The critics in reference enshrining his fame As the midwestern prairie wind —calls out his name (Ode To Bob Dylan: November, 2023) ...

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Reluctant Rogue Redo? By Mark Stucky If Jonah, reluctant rogue of a prophet, had desired to visit Ninevah, instead of fleeing the other direction, how different would his story have been? More succinct but less interesting? No stormy maritime mishap? No hard-to-swallow fish story? No prayer in the belly of the beast? Just marching through streets, preaching his pithy prediction? Would Ninevah still have repented? Or did the...

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The day I was diagnosed. That’s what first comes to mind. But they want me to start at the beginning. Maybe they mean something as simple as my childhood. I wasted my childhood not knowing. Then I wasted my teen years being in denial. But still, the image of my life scattered. Forcing me to collect...

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Health supplement rages nowadays It's said to improve health And so maybe for a better health And so maybe for a longer life span And so maybe for a more relaxed life A pharmacist may introduce A variety of health supplement But we feel suspicious Because we're spiritually unsafe Maybe we need a religion Maybe we need some leisure Maybe we need some friends Maybe...

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Plumbers refuse to make a return visit. After Medusa washes her hair out well. Too many eager snake eyes watching them. Down the drain where monsters dwell....

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I’d go to her for soulful inspiration, But she would just seductively refuse. She wasn’t of a mind to be my lover. So, I resolved to fashion her my muse. I’d splattered oil on canvas, in a short while, Arranged the scene with colors meant to rhyme. Not striking, but she’ll know herself in profile. I dubbed it, Dame Erato in...

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I once was a farmer I worked the land I reaped the corn With a scythe in my hand I ploughed my furrow I sowed my seed I grew my crops My family to feed One day hot and thirsty With the sun going down I went for to drink At the alehouse in town As I was a drinking There at the Inn Without...

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If only Glory was my story I'll be standing before you lying For I am a wretched undone acquitted And born again A wretched sinner saved by grace Even though the world has slapped my face And in due respect I am relentless In my confession I am not client I am defiant Yet reliant Relying...

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As with people Art comes in all shapes and sizes – colors and shades, are the lenses of distortion, while the lights of revelation; textures are our sniffing out, the soul like a canine, on the scent of its substance... The novice starts with subject or theme; while those more hearty trust in the unseen Force of art – stepping from its precipitous ledge with...

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