Rests Poems - Poems about Rests

As I held him close aboard this morning's earliest train, I had an epiphany that my love for him will never wane And I will be with him through all of life's pleasure and pain....

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Do you delight in exaltation? In those neon bright lights I’ve been mesmerized before You are in the breathless highs But best in the captivating lows Exquisitely in temptations Divinely in the mundane How long will I deny you? Seeking your high like a drug I forsake you on the cross Run to sin city with a die High on my own ego, I...

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The Old Farmer Rests Warm In His Snug House Within green grass in fields in Minnesota an early Fall, a flaming sword to swing no horses galloping in Dakota yes, that damn lying woman lost her ring. a rotten world dying flecked with you your broken left wrist eating its sweet pain winter dares to swing whilst snowing its glue and life's splitting...

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Salvations Rests Behind True Faith's Gold Door Heart mourning under the cold starry night O' tis the pain cloaked and frigid cold And yes, it is far from the ravens' flight The aching years, before the sun burnt old Midnight cocks are out jumping and crowing They walk about as if skating on ice Yet we living still pray for the knowing Between...

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The hours always running Now creating illusions or healing reveries......

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No day have I ever work with the clock, Come sun; come moon to running time's relay... There- my upright stand rests on solid rock. While sun shines; upon my sweats, my hands knock... Wealth's door at health's risk- foot bills I delay. No day have I ever work with the clock. Boys are not stones; men are not rock to...

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“Bless this place where I stand Above this earth He Once stood Now He rests in the heavenly” Epitaph 10/23/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©...

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cardinal rests in a dogwood red tulips mockingbird sings from a willow branch alto sparrow hatchlings chirping for breakfast golden sky a dove coos to her mate from pine branch soft interlude trickling brook on the mountainside duck chatter 2-26-2021 Spring Birds Poetry Contest Constance La France...

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While looking for a bridge to cross over tonight Connecting time honored values to internet blight I thought and I pondered, as I surfed on the net But the things that it offered were sadly abject Where is the laughter, the thrill of the chase Through forest and meadow, with all of your mates Gone is the connection, looking eye into eye Replaced with an I-pad, and virtual lies The children...

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Where have you gone to Somewhere I cannot follow But one day I will...

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As Autumn's Beauty Rests In Dying Of Its Leaves ( Vae cuius obturatus est signatum manu sua. ) ( Cuius spiritus in eis audita populi et ceterorum domantur socordiamque effusos) ( Cujus animam servare non curat.) Years have waxed, waned and far flung since Newborn dawn's glory, famishing desires Sunset reds, night-dreams represent suspense Hot-searing flames of old, romantic fires. I...

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Furrows End is where he rests, Beneath the moonlight in his vest, Eyes sewn shut so he never sees, Mouth taped shut so no one can here his pleas. Mumbling bag of bones is he, Once lived by the raging sea, A hermit of the oldish days, Now lays in this coffin where he decays. He once had a heart, But it was so...

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When skies are dark and feelings blue Holding onto dreams by a string My heart rests with you A steady flow of reassurance In the whirlwinds life does bring When skies are dark and feelings blue You have reached me, it is true In the midst of everything My heart rests with you I am able to see the view So my heart continues to...

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In My Silence, Rests The Remains Of A Slain Beast In my silence, rests the remains of a slain beast, the gathering of wolves, to indulge in a feast. Such was once not a defeat in deep shame rather, a great victory in a man's family name. This day I speak this truth, of the ancient past cherished words of sweet...

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Suitcase sits In golden grass She was hit ...

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