Still Life Poems - Poems about Still Life

Another season in life A time of activation Celebration, rejuvenation In due time Unwind, renewal of mind Enjoying the sunshine. Steps in another direction Steps for better Steps seriously taken Steps not forsaken. ...

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rain fell with riddles chalk dust tumbled from my hands I loved the schoolyard — learned questions I did not asked— left un-quenched thirst in my mouth seashell in my hand I pressed it hard to my ear I heard sea strumming — calling me like it knew me until tide drew my voyage clocks ran without me their teeth grinding daylight down turning gold to dust...

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From his bottle, Grandpa took a sip. I gazed sleepily at his bottle ship. Grandpa said that life could be so cruel. Grandma said, your grandpa is a fool. Grandpa ran his mouth from his chair and Grandma said he always runs a fool's errand. Grandpa said he sought the Holy Grail, but he came up empty...

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what could i do but stop and let pass the funeral procession for a dead horse who lived a life fraught with nobility ...

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For: when my life changed Poetry Contest Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann August 13, 2025 ***** a Curtal Sonnet My life changed when suddenly Mom grew old, the years had passed I was aware, too soon the sunny afternoon became the dark shadow of impending coil's mortal cold journey underworld to the banks of gloom~ the ferryman will...

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Hey girl! Whatcha yellin' for? I can't hear you through that thick door! Do you really think they're gonna let you out when all you do is stand there and shout? You may as well chill, things will be fine. I'm telling you, girl, we're tired of hearin' you whine. You're gonna have to learn how to play the game, or you'll...

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The morning fog low over the empty streets, soft as a whispered promise. My shoes slapped the pavement in steady rhythm-- each step a heartbeat counting the miles. I had yet to run—and those I’d left behind. Streetlamps stretched shadows across brick walls. Long, crooked shapes that seemed to shiver. A dog barked somewhere— sharp, sudden— and I remembered even echoes can run far. I...

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The downhill slope I'm on that side, less time remaining of life's wild ride. Don't know the answer to when it ends, for if I did might change the spend. Have had my share of ups and downs, with smiles a many but sometimes frowns. This life has taught me it's a complex game, while our rules may differ we all end the same....

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Dots on the globe called locations tied to times, places, and situations, arranged in haphazard design, their inspiration, anything but divine. ...

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Women will say it's men Men will say it's women They all throwing Shades at each other Defending their gender Tendering different agenda. Women will leave their man Because he cheated Then go to another man Who's cheating on his woman What a irony... Circle keeps repeating Men will be telling several girls Same thing but different feelings Feelings depend...

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Care like you're reaching for the moon ~ let each day take your breath away...

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Each day, you make my heart race a long mile, Yet you've always deprived me of your smile, Your neglect and your frown work hand in glove, As if that’s the price I’ve to pay for love. Each of my words, to your deaf ear they land, Why don't you want to kiss my shaky hand, And send a cold thrill...

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My dog’s name is Thalia— she barks when her tummy’s empty, barks if she wants my attention, and barks when a stranger wanders too near, as if she owns the whole block. One afternoon in the kitchen, she just wouldn’t stop. I figured—alright, food again— so I scooped her a bowl. But nope. Still barking her head off. Curious, I went out to see what...

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Sometimes, to save others, Sometimes, it takes lifelines Sometimes, to save oneself, Sometimes, it takes lifetimes...

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A Poet has no life of their own They are obsessed, possessed by the Word- - - - - Must follow their Muse to wherever it takes them They can't become involved with Worldly endeavors They are always on call Keep their emotions calm, in check Have a sharp focus as to what they're doing Must maintain poise and a clear head Poetry is their passion It keeps them nourished and well fed with...

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