Reprieve Poems - Poems about Reprieve

Fresh ocean air Oh, take me there! To the place below the hill Three hundred years I hold it dear Ancestors can be felt still For all I've roamed My heart knows home And it cannot get it's fill How does it long! For ancient song And the view from mine own sill A seat of peace My mind's at ease Oh, the terrors a place can kill Soon I'll...

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Stealing your thoughts a crime of dispassion the penalty fatal my name stays unknown A larcenous caper whose felony looming authorities chasing though lost will they roam Returning your musings a word to each notion attached and delivered through eyes that retake Enlightened resplendence unfenced by Jehovah no borrowers promise — this thief ever makes (The 1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2025) ...

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A winter winds chill seeps in, No matter the defenses. Shiver and shake cold penetrates deep down to the bone. That season, so long in duration, seems forever, to come to an end. Forward looking with anticipation, warmer temps, coming with spring. A reprieve for body and soul, let the thawing begin....

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I found an old squeaker Buddy chewed out of a toy About three years ago I was always going to put it into a new toy But today I am out of time And baby Beau, my new puppy needs something to chew on I handed him the squeaker He is going to town on it, making Buddy nuts But at least it...

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Sometimes in the dead of night, I feel His presence. My soul feels peace and I see the beauty. I am safe. I lay down my sword and shield and weep. I bow my head at His feet. I feel His hand on my head. Nothing can hurt me in this moment. There is no fear, No regret, No anxiety, No pain, No sadness, Only love. Mercy. He hears my...

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Sometimes in the dead of night, I feel His presence. My soul feels peace and I see the beauty. I am safe. I lay down my sword and shield and weep. I bow my head at His feet. I feel His hand on my head. Nothing can hurt me in this moment. There is no fear, No regret, No anxiety, No pain, No sadness, Only love. Mercy. He hears my...

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Every six turns of the moon A journey to the girl I take. I leave behind my safe cocoon Into the noise and into the fake. The pungent smell of multicolours Punching nose and mind alike. I sit and pause in splendid parlours Waiting for the joy to strike. And strike it does, oh glory be. Electric sparks and lowing moans. At last she uses...

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We face our own doom, yet we have this grand reprieve... so no need for gloom! date: 1/31/23...

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Each moment he had to grieve, He would his chest widely heave But while he did often walked And sometimes easily talked! Sorrow not the same as Chain: Not what should halt Moving Train; So, while crying use your brain And tears you could dry with sleeve; In a way would you relieve: One may one’s handkerchief leave And in Finesse not believe... Some moments one...

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yes madness no i cannot - hear for all the talk talk ... see for the smile displays a horror the odoriferous stench of the inevitable inimical political scientifical is a rough toughie I refuse the obligation when the taste rankles to a treacle so keep talking - while I touch a leaf to feel my life...

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Break what has said has been said what has been felt still lingers see the chips and the cracks too deep to recover too distant to believe so there is no reprieve...

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Emerald leaves, tall-standing trees A stronghold of burly branches At Mother Nature’s gentle whisper Colourfully, a canopy transforms and unveils Burnt oranges, rich crimsons, and butternut golds Jewelled leaves radiate in the September sun Then in perfect harmony, Mother Nature sings again, this time with Old Man Winter The two foreshadow foliage’s imminent, hue-darkened demise Yet, those lovely leaves...

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My sister Annick fixed me, locked me in, with cold, blue eyes as she sat down slowly next to me at the table. “I’m a surgeon,” she said, not quite casually, “a board certified surgeon.” I give her a questioning look. “I could take your steak knife,” she says, eyeing it, “plunge it into your neck -...

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Posted on Christmas Eve, happy cuz Trump soon leaves America finally gets a reprieve from the lies he weaves Well, pardon ME if you disagree, but he's one and done He's been pardoning crooks, murderers, daughter & son giving the phrase, "Who let the dogs out?" the answer It's the narcissist who infected the country with cancer It's time for...

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Cold haze slow releases from naked trees long barren austere that squirrel poised on a narrow fence twitching precision left right abrupt and December’s day briefly kind pithy benevolence lets April play transcendent though brief this reprieve tenders far distant birds jubilant song serene. (click the pic for a preview of my upcoming book!)...

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