Second Poems - Poems about Second

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 ~ the repeat's begun. 7:02 ~ what can I do? 7:03 ~ woe is me. 7:04 ~ I can't take this anymore. 7:05 ~ I feel more dead than alive. 7:06 ~ sure, throw despair into the mix. 7:07 ~ who blocks me from making it to 7:11? 7:08 ~ please get this fate off my plate. 7:09 ~ again that sisyphean...

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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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2025.03.06 @ 06:06:06 Finally, two embroidery projects that I have finished. One to keep and one to give. A cute building appeared underneath this poem. Inside, along the L shaped benches, He sat at the desk, surfed on the internet, And comfortably crossed his long, lower legs. His second home was embroidered On a simple white material, The red galvanized walls on top, Housing the...

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Wandering in my darkness of soul the city cries like a wounded animal the sky wears a bruised dusk, half-forgotten. Neon veins pulse through pavement cracks a river of headlights bleeding into fog I am lost between the spaces where voices collide and images recedes each syllable, a jagged tone skipping across the river of night. Crowds move like carrion in cannons I...

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As another second ticks off the clock, who knows what’s coming around the block. Will today continue to be okay? Or is something shocking coming our way? Brace yourself, in case it's a shock. Tick tock. ...

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That kid at eleven before his first kiss is the kid that I really, really miss. Every kid thereafter was more tears than laughter, molding the world-weary cynic that this old man now is. ...

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Pass him the rifle Pass him the bullets Pass him the bible Pass him the Constitution It’s for his survival You wouldn’t understand, you are only a woman Hand him the AK Hand him your life Hand him your fate Hand him his rights It’s for his ego You wouldn’t understand, it’s for a man’s pride He is a Christian, he was once a cadet He...

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