Second Poems - Poems about Second

My Hands Today My hands are getting old today. They are getting old right in front of my eyes. I suppose the rest of my face is following, But I can not see that happening. There is some peace in that, But my hands…? I don’t mind hard work. I never minded hard work. I liked hard...

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The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two, with but an inning left to play. And when Cooney fell at first, and Barrows met the same, A hush of sorrow drifted down upon the homeward game. A scattered few were rising, hats pulled low to shade their pride, While others stared in...

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I have seen the sky begin again, After storms had bruised its face— A tender hush, a breathless hush, That made the world a softer place. The river does not hold regret, It carves new songs through stone and sand, And every willow learns to bend, When winter presses on the land. So let my heart, though bruised and torn, Begin again with morning’s...

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Second Guessing In To Out Sometimes, I wish… my ears to brain to mouth worked as close to normal as possible. These are the times when I second guess the communication process. Life and communication would be much easier. I often second guess the whole process of information coming in and what I say going out. This...

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This body holds two of me— the wild one, and the one who pays for it. I pack every want into the shape of a pen, but from a distance ink looks more machine than magic. Those who glance only see gears, not the slowing rhythm or the misaligned clockwork of a heart worn thin. Even my hands grow tired of reaching. Now they lie still— doormat deities waiting at the...

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The most important thing to do, Is seek the One that created you. Jeremiah 17:5 says we are cursed, Whenever we put any humans first. A bunch of misfits that's who we are. Worshiping Musicians and Movie Stars! Let one of them die or be in trouble like you. And what is the first thing people do? All of a sudden they want...

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2024.4.25. Thursday It was ANZAC day, a public holiday. It was our 2nd trip, we visited SR. Misjudged the weather, cloudy and windy, Crossed the bridge twice Misread the bus time table, Ended up wasting lot of time, Sitting at the bus stop waiting. The weather was drilled, the sky was grey, The wind was brushing on our faces, It was cool than expected. On...

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7:01 ~ this isn't any fun. 7:02 ~ but what can i do? 7:03 ~ the gods have it in for me. 7:04 ~ i can't stand this anymore. 7:05 ~ i no longer want to be alive. 7:06 ~ how did i get into this fix? 7:07 ~ why can't i make it to 7:11? 7:08 ~ please! get this off...

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My husband likes chicken fried steak I am not fond of it But I like the potatoes and gravy on top I decided to give the chicken another try It was not for me, so I cut it into sixths for our dogs. They both turned up their noses at it. Is it that they are too well fed Or their taste...

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friends from an other mother ties mightier than blood we gather here and there the family we deserve AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 4, 2025...

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I wake, I breathe, I move, I fade, A specter stitched from a torn-out page. A thing that walks but leaves no trace, A mouth that speaks, but not a face. I press my hands to solid skin, Feel the warmth, the pulse within. It beats, it drums, it hums, it sways— But it is borrowed. Not mine—not mine. I wear a voice...

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Thou hast knocked thrown thy rocks at my window Perhaps open heart surgery a sharp tool required to get thru decades of barricades the ship that sailed is docking the mutiny so long ago ...

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If I start all over again, This time, will you fall in love with me? If I play your favorite songs, Will you find yourself lost in me? If I call you for an evening tea, Will you come with a bouquet of roses, carefree? If I buy red bangles just to see you smile, Will you wear them with pride, even...

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It's me, Stuck in a whirlpool of memories, Suffocated by a flurry of thoughts, Drenching in quicksand of my emotions. On the contrary; To the beholder, It's just ripples, light snowfall and fine sand. These are merely makeshifts; To distract you away, From the ubiquitous quest of life, Pursuit of aliveness and Gist of animateness. In my context, Life altogether appears as a; Juggle for a momentous split...

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He had often tried before but always with no success Always another closed door or making more of a mess He was really at his wits end where he just didn’t care Maybe some things don’t mend for life just isn’t fair A few years had past and he rarely gave it a thought On his list...

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