Standing Poems - Poems about Standing

spiders have eight legs insects six — most mammals four humans mainly two some think they walk on water and like slugs — leave slime trails too By David...

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When the Language Merge** I walked into Bobby Department Store and yelled, “Where are the Jamaicans and Barbadians?” This might sound a little strange to most people; however, it’s that time of year when all the languages and dialects merge, accompanied by the authentic accents from their respective places. Plus, there's always a bit of rudeness...

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Hunger sleeps standing, leaning against time, Its door is ajar, wanting and waiting, for the fast to lift. Can't miss the hand-out when it comes, from one hand held-out giving, to one hand held-out receiving, both awake and aroused....

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step stones across stream look easy to pick and tread some were raised upright wanting to be idolised ~ as landfall stands for the soul...

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Riding on a highway, As the cars go streaming by, I notice varied brands and styles I can’t identify. To me, they mostly look the same, The SUV’s and such, With different shapes of taillights Which don’t really matter much. The vehicles are mostly dark, Though quite a few are white And sometimes there’s a burgundy Or red that one can sight. Yet...

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I was a teenager, standing at the gate of a dream universe, dressed in a white dress, flowing like rivers of milk from fairy tales, watching how the sky melts like summer ice cream and lets its pearls fall, whispering as if the soul of the world would listen to its quiet and melancholic song. I remember that day...

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WILL YOU BE STANDING NEXT TO ME When this world is finally done, will you be standing next to me? When all humans reside as one, no violent colors left to see. When every evil is all gone, will you be standing next to me? When nothings left to fight over, will you still want to take what's mine? When the wild beasts will...

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corners i have walked around corners when i should have stood still driven fast in slow zones and sat at the apex of silent stone walls i've said words i meant when i was high and regretted when i was low twisted sentences until they were wrung too dry to matter and left paragraphs drowning for want of a word my soul aches at midnight and...

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Standing in someone's heart is important But if it does not exist I better stand on my own Each person's point of view is different If you don't want to suffer Don't compare yourself to others It's better to be alone That to be with someone else Compromising your relationship And not happy to live life as you want it to be....

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Is persecution a sign of weakness prosecution a sign of strength To the victors go the spoils from might makes right ...

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if i read you my poem silently will you hear all the dumb dumb in between the spaces where the divine touchés amusing you, telling you to share what you saw in the dark believe me there is always more and those aficionados who believe blindly that their words belong to them only how blessed we are to be almost remote and to spin our wheels within and without each other and yet we pay each other a debt as...

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Standing there thinking where will I find some time find some time just to be fine and not feel fright at the sight of real life in the light despite the outside light I keep far away because I cannot stand the fright of seeing my life I hide away from the light of...

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trumpeting the deportation of Tren de Aragua killers only one democrat stood up, few even clapped if congress isn’t united about that it’s a good thing the president’s not standing pat ...

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I need this kind of peace Where the light clouds Is above the black clouds Not too hot, but temperate Feeling, touching cool wind Touch my tan skin and brush my hair I stand in a place where I am level My eyes to see below my gaze The green mountain far across wide The sea is at left below my eyes And the houses...

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Let me tell you lady , His door is closed , Through negative actions you became air . He doesn’t care about nerves or circulation shared. He was done with you when you installed monster close to your bed . His cries for help you never cared , The little demons that you always sent To pinch , to torture to...

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