Running(A) Poems - Poems about Running(A)

I hear the sound of a truth train now coming.' Then I notice many people running.' Why are they going back uphill.? In the wrong direction.? Into the darrkness lurking and still.' Also back into treacherous times.? Must be they are bad..?At reading the signs.? I thought that they were all on board.' Within the Mind. ? Have i been over...

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in a field under a tree lies a pile of leaves and a rake and now a running jump I'll take...

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PAEDOPHILES RUNNING THE SHOW. It doesn’t matter where you look Or anywhere in the world you go, The only thing that’s guaranteed Is there is a paedophile running the show. From ancient times to modern day Frome a home to the highest tower, Paedophiles will always infiltrate Into a position of power. Rings established networks built With protection guaranteed, From top to bottom in society They spread...

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FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP GOING BAREFOOT FEELS FINE AT THE TIME YEAH AND SHOES DO TOO SOMETIMES I NEED SOMETHING LIGHT SOMETHING NOT QUITE SO TIGHT ONLY SANDALS WILL DO OF THE PACK I HAD MY PICK WISH I KNEW WHAT MAKES THEM TICK AND GET A HANDLE ON THESE MY BRAND NEW SANDALS THEY DIDN'T COST A LOT OF MONEY BUT WHEN I WALK MY FEET...

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There’s no difference between a classroom and a Chinese sweatshop. No thinking, No talking, No creative expression whatsoever. Give us your whole day and you will receive minimal reward for your indoctrination. ...

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I can’t imagine how painful it is to be God. Trying your hardest to make a beautiful painting, only to have the characters you created complain and mock the world around them. Why does God let bad things happen to good people? Pretty sure you’d walk away from the canvas too if it spat back...

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Words both good or bad are very powerful, bad words said are like a volcanic eruption to the soul. Why do family and friends hurt each other, do they not understand what it does to the other person ~ volcanic eruption of the soul takes place. These painful words and actions are like hot lava, hot lava running out from ones...

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Going barefoot feels fine at the time and wearing shoes do too but sometimes I need something light something not quite so tight only sandals will do going barefoot feels fine now and then and donning boots do too but sometimes I want something loose something I can put to good use only sandals come through sandals always do the trick and of the...

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sprayed by some raindrops look up the sky purest blue a breeze in the trees...

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Children never fake it! True love comes from them I've never seen A child fake a smile Whenever they laugh It comes from their heart Portraying their beautiful soul Without pains or hidden intentions. Children never fake it!! With innocent They emerge earth Without sin Imitating whatever They see Watching whatever we do Doing more of what we do than what we teach. Children never fake...

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It is a beautiful spring day, birds are singing their little hearts out. I am rocking in my favorite rocking chair, as a cool breeze covers me like a blanket. What could get better than this, I ask - as I sit and ponder? "There's a river meandering through the mind," with many thoughts. Thoughts are running wild, like the river meandering around...

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The sloth tried on all the running shoes in the store. Brand new clerk on commission’s heart gave a soar. She did not realize that sloth does this every day. But never buys a shoe, for running is not his way. He does it because he loved the colors, said her boss. If my supervisor would let me, I would...

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I’m not running from my life I just need this moment to think In these moments, in this open space…get a firm grip So many challenges, so many heartbreaks The obstacles … the major dips But I know I must keep moving on There’s much life to be lived. Past tears could create new oceans This awesome power lies with me. ...

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Misty paths darkened the way, Better days, it seems are too far away. Want to escape, want to run away. But the ticking clock doesn't sway. The mist doesn't fade away. Running and running until my feet hurt But can they see? My pain remains hiding in the dust At one point after the pain, a question...

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Would I ever be the person I wanted to be? The one I would look up to, When things got hard. The one who makes me feel less heavy, At heart. Would I ever be her? Her, whose aura screams and wails, Of things unknown to this running world. Her, whose heart is tender, And soul is made up of fragments of her memories....

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