Sorts Poems - Poems about Sorts

My exam is over and everyone is plugged in on phones earbuds in, except for him, who sleeps, slumped on desk, bag in front with me the only one who can hear him snoring. ...

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I just feel disappointed with the answers that you give, I sit and wait patiently Whilst you go out and live. I just feel fed up With the way you’re acting now, I want to let ‘us’ go But really don’t know how?. As annoying as you are I will sit and wait, For reasons unbeknownst to me Which is something that I hate…...

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I’ve had a tiff with my bestie, with the one who’s quite zesty. The one I rush to when I’m listless, when I need a true friend priceless. I’ve had a row with my reliable go-to, over an issue that now I so clearly rue. With the only one who lifts my spirits, when I need a sweet reminder of my merits. I’ve...

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I feel out of sorts and don’t lie When I say that I can’t explain why, Or rather I could But nobody would Make sense of it, though they might try. I have some decisions to make, Though nothing important’s at stake. Yet, still I am stuck And not having much luck; Fear of change is a trait I can’t shake. Such an anxiousness often...

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i am listening to this song there will never be another you tears roll down my face slowly i remember the look on her face i recall the eerie quiet i will never forget wishing that she could have died peacefully and painlessly i am listening to to this song there will never be another you the rain begins to fall the wind begins...

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We all wear masks of sorts... the politician more comfortable than most of us – his/hers made of latex – easier to contort into whatever image more advantageous; driven by public opinion...or which of the puppet makers will pay more; the Democrat nose now, sword length into the heart of Freedom.......

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The doors of the harvest are open; Gathering the crops of our hearts; The living waters nourishing are ever distant parts; We see abundantly the newness starts; I am a reoccurring flower; And I am budding a loaf; For I am grown and created by the Father; All my sweet bending art; just I a sweet bending flower of sorts- 6/21/21 written words by James...

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I saw this thread hanging from my shirt the other day and was hit with a memory…back to my first year of teaching in Florida…and a young girl named Stephanie. Stephanie was a beautiful little girl…her Autism…she was trapped in it… she could not talk but whatever she had in her hands…oh…could that girl spin it. Pencils…books…two by...

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The love of sorts completes flowing clear liquid exposed hosts into the air we breathe returns bright red set beating hearts enough said connect us so as each beat spreads goes beating on and on and on and on Life giving soul liquid pungent red 3/14/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©...

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Wife: when I met her first, she was a dream me: she said if rich we could be a team father-in law: looked like would die next day me- he gave consent if I mend my way mother in law: love her don’t get me wrong me:without her, marriage would be a song brother- in law: walked with Eastwood hat me: I...

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All out of sorts odd quickening pulse What’s in your heart of hearts?...

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I am weak always Away from blame he sashays Faults to nitpick So who is the one sick It takes all sorts All with their own torts Forgiveness is His to give to those who wish to live...

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Lady Of The Evening Former Godless Adulterous Nocturnal Friendly Sizzling Engaging ...

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A wandering heathen compelled to wander and wonder, clinging to the subjective notions and half-baked personal philosophies that evolve with each new day and whisper with each pale night. Away from the Kingdom Hall, past temples more austere and churchyards more severe and cemeteries filled with believers. Away from the witch and away from the doctor and past the feckless witchdoctor, casually to the throng of the witless, clinging...

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genius of sorts scientific dna human completion...

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