Start Poems - Poems about Start

Old yet young, accomplished yet diminished. Regret with anger and pain, life hasn’t started and yet it feels as it has ended before it has begun. Has it ended for the mistakes I made or because I will have to live a life without you. Is life worth living for if you do not exist in mine. Dull...

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Remember to warm up before you start dancing with your cat It'll be a late night, the concert won't end till around 10 so we'll start dancing sometime around... It was so strange, but one of my favourite memories, that this song should just compel us to leap up and start dancing We'll all get very very drunk,...

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Red roses in hand, A lad gives on his way— First flower blooms bright. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: This haiku captures the tender offering of a first flower—a quiet symbol of new beginnings and the unspoken bloom of feeling. In its simplicity lies a powerful gesture, marking the quiet start of something beautiful, hopeful, and unknown....

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It didn't start with sunlight, but with that slow, unfamiliar feeling Of being in my own flesh, without the desire to escape into the wind of oblivion, My body wasn't a fortress of strength, but it was mine, Like an ancient temple where I can sit without asking the sky for forgiveness. My hands no longer sought answers in...

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My Thursday Morning Prayer The words have been the poem, and a good poem should fill you It can offer consolation and comfort in your time of need Lift your pens, you upcoming poets, Write to, your heart contents let your words, be a conversation topic, be the closing of the graduation speech, because rhythmic language...

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L-et Y-our O-nce D-efeated B-eing O-vercome R-ainstorm, G-aining A-nother N-ew I-nspiring O-utset ©bfa042425 Monocrostic (Birthday of Lyod B. Borganio) ...

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Don't Start Something Now This Guy Was MEAN to Ghosts. They Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way. -Gray Squirrel 05-17-2025...

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Daffodils bloom, their golden glow, Cherry blossoms in soft pink show. Mallards court with graceful flair, Geese families show tender care. Water turtles bask in the sun, Swans’ elegant dance has begun. Songbirds sing their sweet refrain, Melodies drifting across the plain. Deer appear in fleeting sight, Emerald grasses gleam with light. Spring creates a stunning art, Nature’s ode to a lovely start. ...

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What can the light give us? The faith to start The courage to impart The clarity to define The energy to realign The power to discover The wisdom to uncover The vision to seek The strength to keep The curiosity to inspect The culpability to resurrect The discretion to know The motivation to grow The passion to reveal The permission to heal What can the light give us? Infinite altitude ...

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I held the leash like it was sacred, I warned that she spooked easy. He knelt down slowly, extended his hand like a priest offering sacrament to a god built from nerves and ribs. He said good girl too fast. She bit down to the bone, drained the smugness from his face— he earned it, the wound. The scar would preach a...

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Videos of you replay in my head Especially when I lie in my bed I press rewind and I see your smile And that soothes my mind for a while Videos of you replay in my heart Piecing things together that would otherwise fall apart I press fast forward and I hear your song Like a peaceful river, it moves my...

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So, thanks for the distractions But I need to pursue my passions What path am I on again? My universe was turned upside down I gave you my hearts crown And you were too busy filling your purse In other words, can I get a reimburse? Of the curse of knowing you Time cannot reverse Where to Start? You may...

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When I die, where will I be? Where does one start on eternity? At the beginning? Or more to the middle? Or perhaps, left of forever a little? Or at the intersection betwixt and between the pre~ and the post-me?...

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Written By: D. Collins 2/27/25 If all you've ever known is just how to survive. And there is no door open for you to thrive. You'll become what you'll become 'cause everyone has to eat. Including black and brown babies not yet on their feet. When they start growing with an environment the same. They're bound to add another link...

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Some years ago a great man was born this week He was my beautiful son He had such a big heart that is hard to describe I saw in his short life grow into a great man And he always had a lot of great fans It was a great privilege to watch him grow in front of my eyes Another...

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