Should Poems - Poems about Should

I opened my mouth to let them speak They told us their story of black fatigue I let their words seep through me Pen to paper their stories complete The words flowing My need for purpose growing The words I'm seeing We're full of meaning The stories the words told I let them unfold They had me in a chokehold I knew they should be known...

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There should be a place to shelter us when sleep is a bird that no longer comes, or when we are tired of getting drunk on our own thoughts, and the grass no longer lifts dreams, I don't mean powders or cocaine, but a realm beyond the death that watches us or the loves that have been lost...

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Insidious is internalized inception What's real with all these questions? Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in Broken legs but I still chase affection These walls are my blank expression My mind is the home I'm trapped in It's lonely inside an unfinished mansion The sharp truth most people gaslight themselves and don't even realize it... Have I detached so...

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thought winter would never end but here it is June with nature at its peak...

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Things going the way they are going, is really not good; For today, things are not going the way they really should:- Politics is, and will always be, about power and political control; And today’s politicians are musky mongers, both young and old:- Time for us to be about going and getting things as they ought to be; Particularly with...

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If the moon should disappear, And the sea forget her sway, Would you still walk beside me, When the stars have lost their way? Would the tides grow still and hollow, Would the cliffs no longer sing? Would the hush of moonless midnight Steal the silver from the spring? Ocean tides, so long enchanted, Whisper dreams I cannot keep— They retreat with grace unspoken To the...

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Pete could not decide whether to outfox or outwit His sister said, “why not outsmart?” That hurt him a bit Their brother was not easy to bamboozle, fleece or befool Their mother suggested, why not first try the golden rule?...

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Pete could not decide whether to outfox or outwit His sister said, “why not outsmart?” That hurt him a bit Their brother was not easy to bamboozle, fleece or befool Their mother suggested, why not first try the golden rule?...

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It was true that I didn't have much ambition, but there should be a place for those without wings, a better place than the usual one, where dreams flow like rivers at dusk, how could anyone enjoy being woken up at 6:30 in the morning by an unrelenting clock, to jump out of bed like a puppet pulled...

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Anytime that you fall. Give Him a call. Say Lord please help me up? Please help be to get back up! Whenever you end up in bed Or death sings his song in your head. You should pray. God, I need your help today. In fact it's everyday! He is Lord and Creator of you. There is nothing He can't do! Just praise and ask Him...

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Q Why does Bob Barber want us to stop calling it,"the pre-tribulation rapture?" A "Because of the mid-tribulations, who believe the rapture won't happen until the mid-point of the tribulation, after three and a half years are starting to agree with us." Q What does...

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what I like is nice that I prefer is advice shall always suffice...

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A good Monday begins With a well spent Sunday True, many good places to go: A morning walk in the forest A Sunday mass to thank God with A cozy place for breakfast A natural park for tiktok An afternoon visit to relatives An easy visit to a Public Library Or attend a yoga class at the park A simple desire of...

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nefarious nel diabolically wired has had six husbands i just discovered five deaths were undetermined should I be worried policeman stared at note this guy must be a moron how could he help...

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I cover my face in bandages I paint curves over my stiches They appear to be smiling to everyone Who stops, to observe me like a burned down Building, bombs blast over my head I remain implanted I remain wounded, too egoistic to ask for help I only give the left over mindfulness I have I let my words cage inside the wind My screams...

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