Runs Poems - Poems about Runs

It brings to mind a question: why? Why does the river run? Does it need to? Why is it considered peaceful? And can it be obtained by other means? And then it fades and the river runs dry. The red one and the river of my eyes. I fill the river bank so no one will know. No one will learn of my...

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There is poetry that runs freely through these veins Authentic eccentric even society could never change. For the poetry that runs through these veins Comes from years of criticism, rejection and pain Check the poetry in these veins that runs. Born from carrying the weight placed on shoulders heavy like boulders as the world grows colder. Original Poetree is...

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Before The Ink Runs Dry Am I A Poet? I have written #800 poems. I thought I was an artist. Creative illustrations. Creative writings. Changes passed the horizon. I can’t see everything in front of me. A new chapter moving forward. We are writers. Deep thinkers. Until the ink runs dry. Always a pen in...

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For the Contest: Abandon Sponsor: Constance La France Written 20.05.2025 To live with abandon is to spend your soul as if the tab will never come, but it always does – by unknown When abandon runs dry He spent money with merry abandon, Like laughter thrown into the wind. Tossed akin to confetti in events of fleeting joy. He kept no tabs, no...

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new puppy runs free sniffing newness around her taking it all in...

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It rained for three days Constant outpouring awakens The dry river to life again A little farther besides our home I hear the rumbling sound Of water slowly snaking though Descending, bulldozing its might Pushing those like foam and debris Downward plaining going farther I can't wait for my outburst feeling Whether I be sad, fear or happy Sad cause by the inundation Of what if it...

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My love for you, it runs deep. My love for you, it runs too deep. It knows nothing of tenderness, nor relief. It runs through the thickest air of the night Grows heavier with each clap of thunder Grows darker with each bolt of light. It swells with rain And it promises that it will drown us, dear, If we ever dare...

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one last wish? am I still entitled to this? I would like... I would like a lot … ah… how many there are the one who has no memories cannot have a future before reaching a name on the long list of lost objects realizes the value of regret and time (the...

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I woke up to a very dry spell that originates from the pit of hell There is dryness all around me and river is flowing beneath the sea The fire is blazing in the east and the temperature has risen to a hundred and twenty degree the sun is burning in the north and the south and the western desert is blowing dust all...

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Like a river that carves its way,  The language flows; learning starts each day.  Babbles of sound, first words take flight,  A gurgling stream, bathed in morning's light.   Sentences grow as tributaries join,  Grammar's banks keep the flow in line.  Meanings unfold, a widening delta vast,  Understanding deepens, and knowledge is amassed.   Tiny word parts, pebbles smooth...

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Every time I come closer Away farther it gets Without understanding Whispered by a seeker The More calm The more insights attained Insight gateway for success Successful light worker Illuminating the dark Wisdom must be applied Timid is the mind Those addicts of pleasures Relying on uncertainty Can't find way to navigate Through life Find someone to blame Rather than taking Responsibility of mistakes Acting all Forgetting time always comes Around Clock Tick Karma Visit Think, think Never live...

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The juices are flowing Out my butt it’s flowing The stink surely is growing The end is near i am hoping The poos are floating As they keep going I begin to wonder will it ever stop exploding For the pain has me moaning On my phone diagnosing The research is undergoing My ignorance is showing For I don’t know why my butt is unloading The doctor...

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Nature's flower runs through my fears, Her old seasons there interceding On the silver gray blunt of the shears, Where the stem—sharpened by night—is keeping For the day's rain starving in the clouds; This time, it needs your weeping. When coming down, there's no damnable sound— A forest saved, though unholding's deep; I remember the lasting growth in Winter how She swayed for my...

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We shall be all gathering at the river that runs by the throne room of God, On that bright and glorious day--when our Lord comes down and takes His Children away--right beside the River of Life--freely streaming from out of the Side, of our Lord and Redeemer, Jesus Christ, the true River of Life's eternal Source of our...

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what would Versace do with a little bit of pink and orange satin? We cannot wait until he sees it; and of course, he runs to it. Envisioning a new gown that none of us could have ever envisioned. It is his way, his mark, his genius, his brilliance, his calling. ...

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