Standing Poems - Poems about Standing

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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If you stand strongly with and for Liberty I will fearlessly join you If you stand firmly for Freedom I will cheer the noble gestures of your kingdom If you stand enthusiastically for Equality I will ecstatically stand with you too If you stand for good democracy I will help you spread the seeds of Love I will happily clap when the doves...

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Going through hell on my spiritual journey,clinging to the sprit using all my ways insight wisdom and strength just to stay with it. Up against demonic forces that no man has ever endued before, going forward through the tunnell , destination is the core. Strong hold after stronghold,HOLY SPIRIT by my side MICHAEL AND ARC ANGEL GABRIEL as my...

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• "Knock knock," a familiar voice said • I peep through the window and swing open the door • My good friend Jim-Bob is seen standing there • Feet glued to the floor ...

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Walking into that building, i wanted out, However, this surgery I would not live without. Lying on that table in that paper like gown, Slowly losing consciousness as my brain shuts down. Finally awake i look at my surroundings, But I can barely see, and my heart starts pounding. That week i spent staring with my one eye at the...

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Devoured left behind faking his death his daughter reaches for him expecting his arrival unearthed endeavors it was all a fraud fake funeral service an abomination against the holy spirit haunting watching her purgatory waiting for her dad to cross over when someone fakes their death loved ones who has passed away actually awaits the...

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It's not a stillness, really, but the noise fading into something else. I am the forgotten beat in the rush, the space between clashing symbols, drowned out but unbroken. They circle around me, a frenzy of flashes, their words sparks, their bodies electric with purpose - all moving, all wanting, but I am the breath between their sighs. I don't belong to...

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Written By: D. Collins 12/3/24 There'll be one left standing at the end of the day. The commanding one in each and every way. Head held high with medals on their chest. Always on point with little to no rest. They articulate what may be God's will. Every word spat out is truthfully real. Like Moses they won't enter the "Promised...

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