Short On The Same Page Poems
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Her boobies were drooping with age
Along came a wizened old sage
"If you need a lift
Then I have a gift
For proving we're on the same page!"
P assing the same signs time after time
A ccepting the drift
C ounting lost loves and lost treasures on the same page.
E xpressing distant memories
S ame things walking by same things AGAIN
Fine tuning there is
When everyone is on the same page
There is wisdom and understanding
A time to be sage
Just open those books
Continue to feed your mind
Forge ahead and do great things
Keep everything in line
Today I’m grateful that to be on the same page as Elliot Page
and wish more people could see the world through his/their eyes…
“Everyone deserves to feel love” he/they says
“Equally
without shame
and without compromise”
Naughty yet innocent
Hormones still rage
I’d do anything to get on the same page
Only one on stage screaming your name in my dreams
In my dreams where you stay
I can sleep all day
Only way I can be on the same page
Chilling sitting being naughty yet innocent with you.
Fear is my friend
And that's why fear is not in me
I was introduced into fear at an early age
And that if I allow it to consume me
It would be a never-ending cage
Feeling fear at such a developmental stage
Is why fear me no longer in me
And why, now we are on the same page
lost love is simply that only because both parties are no longer on the same page... yet if one is fighting the fires of confusion single handed... its like their union ...she or he has commanded... love is colorful flame that changes as the intensity of the two... some say its pink others say its blue...
The land and the home of the free and brave see the waste see the need see the face
see the sea see the burden freedom isn't bought with peace freedom waits freedom breathes freedom says what freedom means Politically speaking it's easy to say You saved me from tyrants and freed me from them Evidently allah and Jesus ain't on the same page
Blank Stare
cold face
not fair
only Chase
two pair
One ace
should I care
or replace
do you dare
red lace
I'd love to share
Or run the race
but instead
Replay What I Said
So I'm right in my head
and I won't dread the day
this way
what I say
when I'm gray
In this game
I won't feel shame
and we might stay on the same page
so set the stage
Ready Set rage
Will there ever be a time
Wen I feel lik u r mine
Not jus my man
But my best friend
Someone I can depend
To erase my pain within
Never have I felt
So lost within myself
Tryin to find out
Y the distrust havin left
Yea its true
That I truly fell for you
But I want you to feel
The same way I do
Without u bein on the same page I am
I will continue to feel alone until I have ur hand
Form:
just had a thought of a wonder,
of everyone's age.
see how we are different,
though on the same page.
I feel rather young,
but I'm not that much older.
I read so many poems,
and their views on my shoulders.
just a mere question
I wanted to ask...
How old are you guys?
22 is mine! if you were to ask.
(wanted to know the age range around here, also being nosy of everyone's age :P)
I love the way
She courts each page
With poetic sensuality
I intently await
Each seductive phrase
As her words saunter in front of me
Only a heart
This large
Could be as vulnerable as she
Is she a goddess?
A work in progress
As her heart bursts open in her poetry
Make love to me
She says repeatedly
Make love on this page with me
We'll whisper words
Intimately only heard
We are on the same page, collapsing ecstasy
My mistake for actually thinking that you cared
or had great interest at state
my mistake for allowing you to waste my time
thinking that we were on the same page
and that everything would be in line
my mistake had to leave me to think that you could be more than just the fantasy
to think that your heart could actually be pure
my mistake I've Seen It All Before
then with you no doubt
why did I think that we would get a different result
Soul consume with rage my life fading away.
heart aching with pain so the law I can never obey.
That's right me and the Devil is on the same page.
Yes. I am a real life sage I manifest words from my rib cage.
Needed God help but yet I still couldn't pray.
Now my heart is cold and gray as my bones shatter and decay.
Pain increasing with my soul God and The Devil is just having a field day.
I am burning in hell but my memories the devil can never take away.
I've been waiting all morning for her. Sometimes I just don't think we're on the same page. She thinks she can brighten my days whenever she pleases. Maybe I've got things to do too. I don't get it, when I look for her sometimes, she hides. When I'm not thinking about her, she shows up. I mean really, where is she when I want her, what the hell. She looks down at everyone because she's a god...and she knows it. Well, enough said, maybe Mrs. Sun will show her face again soon.
Black tangled heart falls apart
fiend of the shadows
this must come to pass
if we are to move forward
even if cornered by the devil we place
upon the shoulder of our million dollar man
Golden age and the things of transformation
i will be realised here
in this place of murky water
sending a message across the seas
to rob history of its own deceit;
the life lesson of how to hate perpetrated
this method of thinking
we no longer need
eventually everyone on the same page