Sentence Poems - Poems about Sentence

There is a fair measure in things there is a middle ground in everything there must be order even in the mess est modus in rebus...

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We're criminals from heaven, committing spiritual crime. Disobeying the Creator with our body and mind. His law was made plain to us right from the start. Still if we allow Him, he'll write it on our hearts. But I'd like to say, please keep this thought in mind. The earth is a Rock and we're all doing time. If we don't...

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A true sentence  As Hemingway said, start with a true sentence the roof of the school building, I can see from  where I sit on a cloudy day is grey as lead when lit up by sunlight that has broken through  the clouds, it turns silvery and pleasant to see That is, a true sentence about what I see, but it is not...

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A gentle rainfall, of emotions, whispered by the sea. The stage aligned as her gaze meets mine, a golden treasure to me. A cave of solitude, she will find me, for...

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Life is not a short street with a single address... Life is a long road with many addresses along the way...

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The final sentence that I wrote – Ragged words I could not speak – And so the sentence for me spoke The letters written on the sheet – The words I wrote but could not speak Read my sentence back to me Like shards of glass in bas relief Spoken there for me to hear – It read my sentence word...

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Ecclesiasticus 41:3 KJVAAE [3] Fear not the sentence of death, remember them that have been before thee, and that come after; for this is the sentence of the Lord over all flesh. 2 Corinthians 1:9-10 KJVAAE [9] but we had the sentence of death in ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God which...

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{"I convicted myself into a death sentence when it came to dote on, bear the witnesses because they saw me alleviate the tears nobody had reconciled or dared to wipe away; they simply did not. The smoke is flaming inside of me, and it isn’t dwelling away or even sufficing. They replenish my lungs in...

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That event still stucked in my head, deep in, I thought it hurted my heart, but it did heal. I remember it not visually at all, but I remember crying of an nightmare of chacky, crying full of sadness, even though I forced myself to take a sip the day before. Ran I did immedietly to dad,...

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People should be warned, people should get wise, Or else they might find, a nasty surprise, Early hours, Tuesday, sirens broke the peace, That was the sound of Poetry Police, Rushing to the door, I asked “what’s my crime? You know, that I, take my books back on time”. Politely smiling, they brushed me aside, Only then I knew, that I...

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Dismissive I got, not answering your calls anymore. It's sad that you don't know the Signal. No, you don't need to look what is hiding behind it. You have no right. ...

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The afternoon's a fire, but my head still frozen to the pillow. The fan blows soft and I lay softer. Without a signifier I'll get up for the 4th hour in a row, I'll stay ignorant to all the day can offer. That's the sixth day out of eight I've laid, late. Fostering doubt. Guess I'll try out gout. Stuck in...

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Fear less fearless, you will lose freedom; Rejoice with real revolution; In the atoms of a bomb our disturbing past blasts with a renewed rage; A death sentence of silence filled with tears....

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Back and forth the monkey paces Alone is his small backyard cage. He did not make his cramped cage, But the small cage makes him. Far away, he sees children in a park Running free and laughing. He also sees birds flying free And singing far from his small cage. But in his barred cramped world,...

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The jury sits stoic and pensive with unwavering eyes Set upon me like a lock on prey Persecution for the crime of being small Groundless accusation I have yet to discern Though it seems the world has already done so I am by fault a timid being Created, it seems, by a mind set on juxtaposition I am neither here nor there Neither...

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