Resemblance Poems - Poems about Resemblance

Floating, fluttering playing among the flowers, A butterfly... I wonder if it's the butterfly or my Fu. ...

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My sister and me two peas in a pod alike age holds difference...

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You can see me in your face (past version) In life you didn’t know me. I had died so long ago. But in another when you knew me, In an existence all aglow. I hope someday you’ll find me On some page with faded ink - Part of your family history - That undiscovered missing link. Can you remember me? I was more than just a...

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I am my mother looking into a mirror twin version of her...

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INTIMATE RESEMBLANCE  imperious   visual fragile &distilled the self-view delineated   confirming intellect&dignity   clasping &celebrating position   dispensed  tradition descriptive &     ambitious merges&defines as likeness  persists in verity THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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There's somebody who is like a father, he has a divine resemblance with Jesus: merciful eyes and encouraging words: woe to him if he does not preach what he says; many young men have been easy prey for priests, even Pope Francis couldn't cover up their lies... and portray them with an image that doesn't err! If Christ forgives, so we...

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Tears flow in torrents, spasmodic gulp and shiver, I weep aloud when haunted by some moonlight ghost resemblance my dead cousin’s fleeting angel halo to the fore. Shrouded in a haze of mournful rupture, knowing that our deepest wounds precede the grim acknowledgement of threadbare memory, feeble consolation as we quietly sulk. We dull persistent ache with fond ephemera, evanescent lifespan’s meek recall...

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Stranger When I first met you, I had yet to face you, Memories dug deep, Presented as a heap, Resemblance of me, Your semblance deceived, Ungrateful eyes, And a fateful life, Stories untold, And memories unfold A gaze and a stare, Within the rage and despair, Two strangers meet, And sane they leave, To horizons unseen, And boundaries within.....

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Resemblance by Michael R. Burch Take this geode with its rough exterior— crude-skinned, brilliant-hearted ... a diode of amethyst—wild, electric; its sequined cavity—parted, revealing. Find in its fire all brittle passion, each jagged shard relentlessly aching. Each spire inward—a fission startled; in its shattered entrails—fractured light, the heart ice breaking. Originally published by Poet Lore Geode Love—less than eternal, not quite true— is still the best emotion man can...

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In the right corner of the hall a girl sat, looking just like the girl in my heart. Then i took a close and keen look, she was as beautiful as my girl looks. Hands on cheek and appearance as that of meek. As i kept observing, i noticed her mind was set strictly on a book, so she won't even take a look. Oh...

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Heavenly sculptures floating high Define those images I try Is that a rabbit hopping by? Each design changing art Imagination on the fly Once a frog, now a heart Fluffed up egos strut on their way White, cottony coats turn to gray Blue disappears to my dismay Light to dark brewing storm Grumpy groans follow light display Clouds looks like one cross swarm...

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I am like a tiger, untamed Free to go, unnamed Roars to injustice Leads the trial Fears no species Becomes no slave I am like a tiger In his speed and games In his trick and claims I am like a tiger In its beauty in color And its devotion that smothers I am like a tiger King of the game Leader and...

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Greed or need, whoever designed it is laughing at us, despite its resemblance to wealth, it cripples health, destroys the land, flows freely like grains of sand, it spreads everyday, like a necessity here, it frightens without fear, money and fame is the lure, death is the cure....

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Eileen looks sometime Like America. Sometimes, America looks like Eileen....

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