Somewhere Poems - Poems about Somewhere

Somewhere In Time 1912 It started with a photograph of a young woman. A love story that should have been. A story that traveled back in time. He just wanted her, so divine. 1975 back to 1912. Obsessed with her into a new realm. A writer going into the past. Only if it would last. ...

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Civility Somewhere, along the long road, we picked it up. It was light at first, simple and unadorned. Until we added on and changed the rules. It grew heavier, as our numbers grew, among the mountains and valleys of survival. Somewhere we dropped it. It’s somewhere now, not up ahead, but back along the road on which we traveled. Somewhere, somehow,...

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pretty geisha in early morning needs motivation to open her lovely eyes and get on with her day ...

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Somewhere Somewhere it looks stately All the respect and wanting Took a toil Stop using me like soil I woke to a rip Saw your fail and slip Instead of doing what should Or if you could Doing what you could Your joke of trying to fool me Present a foul on you Now lady what you going to do Opened my eyes No...

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Somewhere near, somewhere far is my love For I do not know where They live, but I cannot find. They are loving, kind and true. I can feel them under every dew Like the mourning hew, they make me feel anew. Their melody is like the sound of the morning bird They have the soft sound of every...

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I wandered from pillar to post Looking for somewhere I cared the most Where I could sit in my underwear Knowing that no one would care Just an ordinary place Somewhere out of the rat race A place to call my own Where I can be all alone Sometimes my need is to be Alone don’t you see Not needing anyone there Just to shut my...

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"Even the night has a glimmer of light. Only resilience and hope will guide us to its warmth." - Thompson Emate March 25, 2025....

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i lost you somewhere in the fog i lost you somewhere in the fog tuesday, the day we shared apple pie and coffee i knew by the way you swallowed your words and politely wiped the punctuation with your napkin soft music cooled our coffee, black and when tears welled in your eyes i had no doubt you would walk away when...

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~ I drifted past the sunset where horizons make their place Imaginary lineage that artists love to trace I saw the world illumined in a shade of tangerine Beyond the treelined silhouette and shadows in between I scaled a distant mountain that was massive in its size Where I could taste the altitude amidst blueberry skies When then I saw a sparrow as it flitted on the wing And...

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Someone Somewhere will Like me the way I am Not for illusions. Someone Somewhere will Come for me to be With me not metals. Someone Somewhere will See me the way I am Not through sheets Said someone somewhere In their heart ...

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You wished upon a star and got left out in the rain. You gave it all your heart and it just got broke again. Oh… It just got broke again. You dressed unto the nines, now I guess he’ll never see. You painted a whole world, clearly it is not meant to be. Not meant to be. Oh… not meant to be. He...

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someone - somewhere - a place not yet found - a somber moment - a beautiful face - searching through the crowd I watch in awe - as each soul passes by - hoping in time - a scarlett rose of purity - will come into my life [] On and on a beautiful song plays... Filtering...

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In twilight's hollow, where shadows play, I find myself lost, in a heart's gray day. A soul once afire, with love's pure flame, Now flickers faintly, in loneliness's cold frame. In secret gardens, where memories reside, Our laughter echoes, a haunting, mournful tide. The ghosts of our whispers, the shadows of our past, Torment my waking, and forever will last. Like autumn's leaves,...

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My garage houses sixteen hundred paintings you see. Large cartoons on canvases, painted by me. There are floor to wall shelves, crammed full. My garage is alive, a living, breathing happy soul. There are garden tools –spades, trowels, a yellow rake. Two axes to chop trees, for nature’s overgrown sake. In the corner is a pink frig full of crème soda...

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“Oh please don’t worry. I haven’t a heightened sixth sense… about the mint infused lilt here.” There must be a compass without a point surrounding me “Looking for directions. The town you’re seeking is a few winding roads and rusted signposts away.” They both beamed at me. Something told me they seemed very familiar but I couldn’t quite put my finger...

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