Sent Poems - Poems about Sent

Morpheus sent the vision toOneiroi

Bizarre and illogical
the successions of images
unthinking in the mind
the mixture of visual
experiences influenced by
the happening's of the
wakened world
ideas, emotions and sensations

Frustrations from the debate of
two people who believed that building
a bridge over the Cook Strait was
a good idea.
His restless mind found him trouble
he dreamed of him being on
a horse
along side a woman on
her horse
with ice-cream

If Kisses Could Be Sent

Sometimes
I want to melt
with the morning—
ride the sun,
swing to the clouds,
sing in your voice
just once.

I never actually told you
how I adored
those few soft hairs
that escaped
the grip of your bun.
How they danced
without permission.
How I loved them
for it.

If kisses could be sent
through regret,
you’d have one
this Christmas—
wrapped like a gift
I should have sent
last July.

Yahweh sent she to me

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                  out uv mine bassinet
                        mine diaperz
        

After Watching Xiu Xiu: The Sent Down Girl

Seal the mountains, the peaks, the city—
The little emperor rides waves like in Shanghai Bund.
In the end, the man who loved beauty became a rifle.
Where is the man-made bathing pool atop that mountain?
The princely courage, allies in accord,
Carried martial genes, shamanic rhythms,
Carried cells of herbs and discipline, anti-entropy.
Like Zhang Xianzhong sinking treasure into the Min

Sent Sentence

M-essages
A-re
U-sually
R-elayed,
E-xpressing
E-very
N-uance

U-ntil
R-eceivers
S-imply
U-nderstand
A-ll

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Maureen J. Ursua)

I Sent The Text: An Epilogue

messages sent and unsent
confessions told and untold
heartbroken- and hearts we both broke

your memories linger around like a ghost
I still see your shadows at my door
scores settled and unsettled, you don't matter anymore

pierce through my heart or stab my back
the tattoos have already been scrubbed off
now you don't beat my drums anymore

A letter never sent

They call you my ex—
like you were just another chapter,
just another name to forget.
But how do I forget
the girl who made forever feel real?

You weren’t my past.
You were my present,
my always.
The one I whispered dreams to at 2 AM,
the one I laughed with
until my ribs ached and my guard fell.

They say time heals.
But time can’t

Jesus was sent to Light the Way

Thank you Jesus for dying for our sins. We didn't deserve God's Grace and Mercy through Your Sacrifice. 

The Jewel of Jesus: He radiates the Love and Light, Hope and Peace we all need.

Jesus was sent to Light the Way 
By Michelle Morris
02/04/2025

Easter is a time of reflection
Easter is a time of blessings
Jesus died for

There is a teacher I know, part two, written but never sent series

There is a teacher I know. Someone who walks into the classroom like he’s stepped into a memory, quiet and worn, yet still showing up. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does, his voice carries more weight than volume. His words are deliberate, as if each one has been measured before release. There is

If they see her dying face, part two, written but never sent series

She will never tell a soul that she will die. She tells everyone, even the people closest to her, that what they found will be curable, at least mostly. Her brother, her friends, her boyfriend, and her extended family will be stuck with the lies until she takes her last breath. After she is gone.

If they see her dying face, part one, written but never sent series

There is another girl I know. She loves to people-watch during the time she has to waste, and when she has no time at all. There is a girl that I know who rests her feet on a bench, with her knees tucked tightly to her chest. There is a girl that I know who

The last voicemail I sent

Hey God…
It’s late.
I don’t really know how to start this.
Not a prayer,
not exactly.
Just a voicemail…
in case I don’t get to say anything else.

I’ve kept it quiet.
No one knows
that I won’t be here long.
Not my mom,
not my best friend,
not him.
They still talk about summer
like I’ll be there.
Like I’ll be fine.
And I smile.
Because it’s easier.

I’m not angry.
I’m

A Teacher I know, part one, from written but never sent

There is a teacher I know. Someone who walks into the classroom like he’s stepped into a memory, quiet and worn, yet still showing up. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does, his voice carries more weight than volume. His words are deliberate, as if each one has been measured before release. There is

Written But Never Sent, part two

Each time I see him, I see a clear reflection of myself. We function the same way. Slow to start. Easily lost. Reading the same line over and over and over until giving up feels easier than trying again. I know the feeling of not understanding what everyone else does. I know the feeling of

Written but never sent, part one

There's someone I know. Someone who probably doesn't know me. I seem to know him more than he knows himself. I know everything about him, and I know nothing at all. There's someone I know who has blind friends around him. Friends who laugh too loudly and speak without care. Unable to understand the difference

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