Response Poems - Poems about Response

An outcast this night, I mournfully sigh with gloom: but, I make war, fight! to rebel against the doom, and emptiness of my room. ...

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Have you looked at the purple house down by the bay? It is the one with green shutters, a shabby gray. A terrific value, says that realtor, Mrs. Dray. She would know and she always has her say. Okay, then, here’s another idea said May. Why don’t you buy a home over in Bray? It’s a cheaper town, I hear people...

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Remember, my love The signs from above Two hearts in awe of Dreams who never die Despite when or why God soon brings sweet grace Stirring souls to chase Love’s tender embrace Remember, my friend It is love I send Love you can defend Live with faith within Where life does begin Here your heart can win I can hear your sigh Love is your reply ...

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Someone asked old Mrs. O'Leary, "What do you think about string theory?" She said, "I don't believe in such a thing, because it doesn't cover everything, and what it leaves uncovered can be pretty damn scary."...

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Virid Bard has prayed for recollection. When sacred springtime and summer jigs cease, and bright, brave bones shall lose their grace and grease, those things of yore may call his attention. Stands petitioning invisible hands against old-age psychoses that pick off brains, as buzzards at brunch on carrion plains. Time envelops men in quickening sands. He asks that he should know...

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I am at rock bottom so I ask.. Are you real? Do you hear me? I realize suffering is necessary So we may turn to you.. Are you real? Do you hear me? I am at rock bottom The only place to look is up.. Are you real? Do you hear me? I have waited so long...

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Beneath the stars' unyielding light, I tread the path, this waking dream. Through tempests fierce, through ether mist, Her echo whispers: 'This too shall pass.' Not heaven's wrath nor fortune's past Can quench the fire within my breast. Though wounds may carve their lasting art, Red traced the map of my loving heart. My chains are forged of night and day, And time chall...

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i am nineteen now and a fully blown up woman, worn out, tired and terrified of life my heart is burning with hate for my breasts are fallen by the will of monstrous men i am a fully blown up woman cause since the age of twelve blood has been running between my thighs can you see this rage in my...

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At Night, A Response to the Vanderbilt Suicide, At Night, alone in my home, I am afraid, For in the dark, though God says fear not, I fear, For the horrors I have known in my mind, Though they have been healed, a residue remains past the point of recollection, And haunts me, Sometimes I am angry at God for allowing the...

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18 I know there are no answers in Saint Germain des Prés Or in Copacabana, nor on the top of Everest, That’s why we’re listening to Albert Camus, That we eat frog legs, There is no response from teachers or mechanics Or The stewards, That’s why we walk to calm down, There are no answers in love, That’s why we wear masks everywhere, We...

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17 I know, that there are no answers in cognac or armagnac In the wine or sacred prayer, No answers in geometry or trigonometry, No response in Toronto, or Chicago, That’s why we write this, I know that there are no answers in the middle-class, In the castles of the Loire, or in Pigalle, In bars or shops, in the shopping crowd That’s why...

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I know, darling, that there is no answer, To our love, nor in the time that hurts horses, That there is no answer to shooting stars, That we must protect our rivers, our oceans, I know, darling, that there is no answer to our love, That we must cross the sand deserts of imagination, That we must cross the white ice-caps, That...

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Pausing aversion, making void-centric our view, pesky flies are forgiven. The note discordant, plays to a different rhythm, unknown to throb of our heart....

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Line of inquiry "I Am as I Am complete Though ego opines otherwise Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat What else does there remain for us to realise" - Unseeking Seeker I know myself – my strengths as well as flaws. Since God created me, He knows them too. It just makes sense that daily I should pause reflecting on...

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Someone saw me digging through the trash this morning And gave me five bucks The embarrassed gin-mace of the nursing home volunteer Plastered to his face For the three seconds I could see it Before he looked away Everyone is more human than you'd imagine in these streets So I bought two Blacks and a Hershey's Milk Chocolate bar And I...

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