Signatures Poems - Poems about Signatures

Little words fall from my lips – words Like love, hope and faith Words that remember to always believe Words that erase all the doubt and fear Words that see through the darkest dread Into the promise of a love that is ahead… A part of my spirit, a part of my heart A part of this woman – whose love is...

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Moving through the pulse and the flow A timetable of fixed dilation A given And measured Ellipse To the people it trips As they ride the crest Of the waves Of emotions Just prisoners of Perpetual motion Never ceasing Never pretending to be Anything more Born into the days Of a future long past Spying its records From the start to the last We are all Just second hand news In a land...

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Corrosion of our country‘s values piques our interest; cuddled minds with cudgels speak and bark, confused by all but tribal laws, subconscious minds coddled with pride. The fall is sure to come, and the Great Seal — break. Democracy at stake, and still none wake, as all our rights contort. Through fear or spite competing visions won’t...

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and so it goes, the more you try the more it blows, the lightening strikes, the weight is towed, the rain it falls, the yarn is sewn, the rhythm ranks high, the face lies, the smiles come when faith finally dies, and all in all the time ruptures to the tinklings of an instrument one never learned how to play & raincoats...

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day dreaming beneath your ceiling under your cracks of blue on a cloudy Sunday I was something soothing you Lying in the crescents of a mystery Am I spending too much time with you and we were a shoulder alive and highly candling the thoughts of two oh, they say i was spending too much time with you beneath your cracks of blue day dreaming in the streets...

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Planet earth, they have stopped moving with me like clouds, like trees. Sap frozen, inertia overtaking tongues clipped mouth after mouth black shut. Toads are croaking. Incence of hate wafting from scrolling suicides. The terrorist is on move from valley to valley shrine to shrine river to river. Bulls in veils bellowing in dark. Self-seeking or sensing the history ? Intentness of kill or empathy of pain ? Who were the...

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