Sifted Poems - Poems about Sifted

Sifting through the things that I need versus the things that no longer serve me: People that make me uncomfortable People that have too many opinions about every subject. To me that means they have a scattered focus. They drift to and fro without a concise resolve They pattern without purpose They wither and faint Their bones shiver when...

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You are under attack, whether you know it or not Knowing all you lack, wanting the rest of you to rot Everywhere you look and in everything you turn to He is a crook, not about to say he's going to rob you He is in your own home if you have never told him to leave There's no place...

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Could a single sifted grain of sand ever disappear? You pour ocean's capacious core into a roar. Dolphins flip rhythmically within; echolocation's clicks You hear. Shifting, reshaping sand slides against gentle waves, seeking shore. You pour ocean's capacious core into a roar. Polyps of reef-clung coral invitingly sway for a tasty array of incognizant prey. Shifting, reshaping sand slides against gentle...

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Sifted Through Encrypted When through intelligence we sifted In big error all of it was encrypted; Then we became relaxed and relieved By devil, Russians became deceived; Message said that Trump was gifted. Jim Horn...

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What landed on earth like waste with wrath that lusts for death branded? What infected man with hate that smiles i underneath trances? That plague persuaded all thought with what landed on earth like waste And falseness was spread as truth then time was shortened as life lost faith... With faith misshapen and time shaved acceptance altered choice seeing What landed on earth like waste blemishing...

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Sifted As Wheat Through a barbed wire fence of a deal gone bad The blazing sun that creates blindness so sad They lurk in the middle of the night to send a fright Try to stay attached to the vine a heavenly design We sift through vapors yet were late reading the Sunday papers Satan will...

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If Memories Are Sifted When One Refines Whenever you feel life is all vanity and doom consider the deepest depths of true love. Stop and consider, glorious flowers in bloom matching epic beauty of the skies above. For life shall always have troubles and woes complete with sad miseries and dark days. Remember, those great blessings life bestows and treasures delivered in so...

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