Repaired Poems - Poems about Repaired

Sunday 2025.05.25 This morning, I arrived at the Station, Gave the Swan Hill V-Line train a miss, The same train which I travelled Exactly one year ago. When I had a relaxing and peaceful time, At the border of NSW and Victoria. It turned out I should catch the missed train, To take me to Kangaroo Flat, One stop away from Bendigo. What significant thing...

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Repaired with gold By Michelle Morris 02/11/2022 I'm not sorry that I cared for you I'm not sorry that I was your friend I gave my very best to you I was loyal to the end The bitterness of your betrayal Took me a long time to overcome I had to work through a lot of anger Feeling stupid for being so trusting I thought...

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Through cotton thistles A young woman walks embroidering tears With a seven month old That moves and dreams in her womb. The boyfriend who impregnated her Has put a chastity belt on her Throwing the lock And taking the key It is not known to what place. Some voices count How was it in summer The groom turned into a frog When the sun came up. Every...

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Twenty-nine years ago my heart gave up on me Just sixteen days following my fiftieth birthday, attacked like a ton of bricks, suddenly, on a Sunday evening, toward the close of the day. A heavy wet snow had blanketed the ground And the hospital was thirty miles away, needless to say, I was sicker than...

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Melting snow yields green spoken words of forgiveness my spirit renewed...

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Sin-marred Guilt-damaged Broken I was… Yet God repaired my life… Renewed*! Titus 3:5 Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost. April 3, 2019...

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A battered woman in tattered cloths huddled beneath an oak. Befuddled by the stranger’s gaze as he handed her his cloak. Unwittingly, her lips curled up as her tangled hair she stroke. Her pale blue eyes began to tear as she looked upon the bloke. Her yesterdays were filled with pain for her spirit had been broke. Each night she...

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Seems I always come to You when things aren’t going well Sometimes feeling cursed, deservedly so, but hurting inside Knowing well I’ve had more than my share of good Misused the blessings but kept returning for more Could have made better decisions, now I see Could have thought before I acted, now I cry Feels like a never ending rain...

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Tired, aching in disrepair Shadows have left their mark as I stared Something seeping into my mind This thing, when it’s through I will never find I see your face and I know that it’s just goodbye For when we’re through you will see that I had lied A curse of trust for my boredom and my spite If I looked long...

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