Some Poems - Poems about Some

O it's only my precious Lord and Savior, who is really able, To freely and fully deliver yours very truly, From all of my habitual sins and all too persistent, Inequities. O how far have I fallen from Your grace? It's a miraculous miracle that you have not hidden Your holy face far far far away from the likes of...

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My darkest needs never beg forgiveness— they crave a mirror. One that fogs with your touch, not your abandon. ...

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Why do some coins purposefully have holes punched in the middle? To save copper, silver and gold? Guess again. So you can hang them on Christmas trees Or around dog’s necks on their collars? Maybe They were actually made this way So you could string them together and keep track of them The sad thing is, It would make things easier for a snatch...

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Have We Not Had Some Fun (My Dear, Dear Girl) Oh my, how the years have run, Have they not, my Dear, Dear girl? Have they not seen their share of struggle and fun, Have they not, my Dear, Dear girl? Have we not tasted defeat, Drunk of delight? Have we not known the pleasures Of darkness and light? Have we not known...

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Some will never understand how I find light in the shadowy corners of existence, how a melody that flows slowly through my room becomes a river of comfort, how a few piano notes struck with tenderness can heal my invisible wounds, and how colors that melt in a painting speak to me in a language without words. I fall...

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May we be blessed to look for the good in every one…every day always keeping in mind… some days we need to look a little harder… some days it may be difficult to find. ...

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the floorboard that gasps when stepped on the blue bulb pulsing in an amber-lit room the coffee stain colonizing your blue shirt— some days, we’re nothing but a tiny inconvenience sharpen a pencil too far—it snaps gargled too long, you swallow by accident sending flowers too early— some days, we’re nothing but the clock that limps or leaps some days, we are the red shirt always...

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The family plot’s on cold pavement and hidden in grass, but warm with familial heartbeats. Otherwise, the dead become spectrals, fearsome at midnight. —by poet Cemetery Thoughts, Some Grave Not dark and scary, slightly sunlit. walked the pavement, not like the unknown’s sentry, but still deliberately, in this quiet almost public space, a location hidden from me, though I stood right where I am now - over...

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My God has me and you in the palm of His hand. There is no safer place for any woman or man. That's when there is never a reason to fear. Because the One who controls all things is near. No matter how many things start to go wrong. He will make sure as you go through you'll stay strong! Troubles...

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She wore a pink ribbon, her chocolate hair flowing, a dress of the summertime kind The morning was waiting, she longed to be sharing, the things rolling round in her mind She waved to a daisy, in Mister Green's garden, the wind down the avenue blew Her smile like springtime, with daffodils dancing, it seemed like a fun thing to do She spun in a circle, like leaves...

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Would You Like Some Toast? I’m just a guy named Nacho Libra. I work at an orphanage. They gave me cooking duties. And dead guy duty. Would you like some chips on your salad? Where are the spices? Would you like some toast? With these eagle eggs, all have the best wrestling moves. Sometimes I...

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On some days, I am the pencil, drawing with uncertain steps hopes on sheets of paper, My hand trembles, but leaves traces of dreams still daring to take shape, Other days, I am the eraser, erasing with such force that holes remain like memories, The paper tears under the burden of my attempts to make everything disappear, to...

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Children who grow up, who will one day become men, Do not forget to live, live the moment, One day you will not scare the boars, Nor to warthog, You will have to change to be happy, Animals have a sixth sense, Horses, donkeys, camels have a sixth sense, Chickens, cats, swallows, You’ll have to get up early, to understand, You’ll have to get...

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It’s strange, isn’t it? How someone can live in your heart for years, Without even realizing it. I wasn’t looking for a fairytale. I wasn’t expecting fireworks, Or a dramatic confession under the rain. All I ever wanted… Was to matter to you. To have a place in your life That felt a little more permanent. But here we are. After all this time, You look at...

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absolute neutrality variances appear and all are neutral arising there is none as movement is absent nothing appearing that is the total message and there is no message non duality is already a gift for no one a happy tale no you is the message to the separate self in disbelief no one may appear as someone walking with fewer words nothing may be suggested the ubiquitous I-word always an appearance serving the story oops flags a mistake perhaps recovery reversing a story arising arose and arisen are not three...

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