Simply Poems - Poems about Simply

Believe me when I say No one wants to be me, not yesterday, not today The grass isn’t any greener over here, my dear I ask no one to walk in my orthopedic shoes They’re always loose and you’ll only get lost if you do I've been accused of being falsely unholy and wildly misunderstood I’m...

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Men judge other men Not by their motivations But by their actions Who writes history It's written by survivors No one else is left In a person's life What can be worse than old age The alternative A man becomes old When his past regrets start to Take the place of dreams Hypocrisy is In its way a pillar of Civilization Childhood is over When a door that's left ajar Lets the...

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simply not two yes but not appears as two~...

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It doesn't matter how I pray. Don't need any fancy words to say. God already knows what's in our heart. All you and I need to do is start. I tell Him how I really feel. Or what part of my body that I need healed. I ask forgiveness for things I've done wrong. The Sins in my life that do not...

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"Every enigmatic environment enlists enlightened emotions" Quote by The Poet Spectacular silvery spangled, star studded sky, so serene. Under universal utterances uniquely unabashed, unseen. Wildest wind wails when weakened, was warm weather. Trees towering, trying to triumphantly touch together. Serendipitous splendor soothes soulful scenes. Gracefully groomed, growing greens. Lustrous light looms, lasting like lingering lanterns. Youthful yellowing, yet yesterday yearns. Moonbeams...

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You love me, but somewhere along the way, I couldn’t keep up, couldn’t stay, your words stopped meaning what they once did, and I felt lost in what we hid. You gave me all, I couldn’t give back, I thought I was ready, but I lost track. I tried to make it work, tried to find the key, but the truth was clear...

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In fields where spring’s first blossoms stir, A season blooms—simply for her. ...

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Harsh asymmetrical contour following dislocated noncontextual departure. Roaming, haphazardly choreographed with precise misaligned determination. Mindfully staggering indistinguishable purpose, consistently in linear circumnavigation. A matter of process, a state of perpetual traversal, saves from permanence. The ad infinitum of specificity is quantum, the superposition allowing consistent continuity while indelibly transposing by observance. Redundant to its operation, yet necessary in its...

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I simply want to be Where the wind blows free Where the air is crisp and clean No skyscrapers to be seen No vehicles everywhere Or pollution in the air Just natures fields of green With a flowing ravine No hatred nor anger here Only peace ,kindness and nothing to fear A simple ,tranquil place where my being is at rest Where l am truly content...

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_____back Just buy Panama: the next 51st state Lost in some distant ghostly debate For $1.00 Greenland may cost US a little more Hopefully not an arm and a leg or more Yet, it's still a worthy cause. #52? ...

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a breeze strums these chimes tonight ~ from strange and distant lands it's brought such curious melodies Submitted to contest FEBRUARY 2025 POSTED POETRY sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention Posted on February 18, 2025 (with thanks to Jim Hannah for the inspiration)...

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Love me forever Or just 'til the end of time Either one will do There's a difference 'tween love and fascination But where is the line Love can ebb and flow Like the churning of the tide In the human heart Love's a fragile bloom Never water it with tears It can't grow in salt ...

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Life is best when You've done good things Each day you live. Better to love Than not loving A girl at all. The joy of life See you smile Each day we meet. Live simple life Eat healthy food Work with safety....

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Just what have I done with my life A man put that question to me I started to think and I gave him a wink But my mind drew a blank, well, let’s see I’ve not built a bridge made...

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SIMPLY YEATS My verse under Yeats’ carved door he merrily chuckled at white envelope, sketched butterfly said he preferred to receive verses this way rather than reading them across post-modern websites He invited me to tea we simply savoured small cheese squares, crumbly scones watching a squirrel chomp a cheerful chestnut lost and found What word can describe fleeting images...

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