See Poems - Poems about See

Pages turn, a fresh new start, Agree with your Maker, hear His heart. In that daily solitary space, Step beyond – hear the sound of the race. See anew, relate afresh, If doubt remains, do not rush! Press in prayer, let persistent faith arise, Watch the impossible vaporize. Reposition, stride ahead, Claim the call for which you were led. Do not fear walls, just break...

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As each day passes, I see the promise made by Christ being fulfilled, in a world where the tumultuous days of the end of history seem to be shortened for the sake of the chosen, for if He did not intervene, no one would remain unharmed by the decay of the empire of darkness spreading everywhere. Madness sets in,...

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Life is a puzzle, piece by piece, Some truths we see, only through a lace, In your heart, heaven’s vision does start, See the destiny, then play your part. Dare to see the world anew, Like a child with wonder true. Celebrate the rare, embrace the right, Find divine in common sight. Walk with those who lift your soul, Who guide you to...

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Isn't it strange how we cannot see the air, but we feel every bit of it, it slips into our lungs without asking, leaves without farewell, and yet, we call it nothing, but it is something, the breath between silences, the ghost of a world in motion, unseen but always present around us. It weaves through the trees like...

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"Yellow is a bright and fun color to enjoy." By Poet Yellow is my husband's favorite color, my fun surprise was going to cost more than a dollar. We were dating and he was coming to see me, I was dressing in all yellow looking like a big bee. When he got off the airplane, he said - you look breathless...

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March, 2025 She walked past me today. Her gaze hollow, her pace a ghost. I can see crimson threads weaving down her arms— not gloves, no. I think she’s going to the Cliff. I wonder if she’ll return. Most never did. April, 2025 She sat at the bank all day and stared at my ripples— It is what I’m proud of the most. I tried to sing for...

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March, 2025 She visited today, I’ve seen her kind— in a silk white dress, and a pair of scarlet lace gloves. Something soaked my sparse grass. Tear or blood? I’ve never learnt the difference. April, 2025 Her steps were particularly unstable tonight. We watched the tides together, sometimes I envy how they flow— No tears were shed tonight. (A tragedy for my grass, but good for her) I wish she...

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Now See LOOK How Much Of A Loser I "m." Get The Picture? -Gray Squirrel 05-22-2015...

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"The summit cannot be seen", what possibly can this mean? There's always a certain goal; vivid visions all should see mere high bows to certainty. Climbing for a brighter day, will we likely lose our way? This summit seems but a dream; insights hit a sudden stop finally finding the top. Together hearts beat as one, getting closer to the sun. Truth in the heart, our best...

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My head has always been made of glass, and inside it lives a faint idea of who I am. She used to be a silhouette, but even then she wasn’t very defined. In eighth grade, I believed that she lived in the shadows, because showing herself felt heavier than living in the trenches of our own mind. In a way, she was...

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Manila the Imperial City of the Philippines It is like a mirror reflecting itself What you see in Manila is you see the Philippines There you see high rise glass building The modern mask of modernity You see commercial establishment The breathtaking Mall of Asia The century old China town is here Manila is different for me I see Manila the old walled city I...

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When I see the Haitian flag, tears rush into my eyes. When I see the Haitian flag, my Haitian heart cries. Our people have been ridiculed, yet our flag continues To flow unimpeded. We will never die on our knees. If we must die, we will die standing like brave soldiers. We will not bow our head. We will stare...

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The Cross is such a simple little thing. The Place of death for Heaven's King! We should give God thanks daily for the Cross. The Alter He sacrificed Jesus on for the lost. He says, "No one does right, we all do wrong!" Death and Hell for eternity is where all belong. We all are guilty, by our own choice. Doing as...

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All we see is a dance of shadows on the walls of our reality, a play of light and darkness embracing at the edge of a dream, where forms blend and colors dissolve into unknown shades, and we seek hidden meanings in the reflections of water, in the mirror of the sky. The entire world seems an illusion woven...

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