Stopping Poems - Poems about Stopping

He's a flirt with his anxieties, Collecting tauted nerves. She's a pen who haunts his remedies, And with these words she serves. He'll romanticize the painful, And unto pleasure, gain. Where a page was turned to tar, With her baneful, poisoned stain. All that glitters looks amiss, While they write together sin. Whereby lovers part by kiss, Muses part by apitoxin....

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What’s stopping you From being the person Who you want to be In this crazy world That we all live in? What’s stopping you From reaching the mountain top To complete every goal That you have? What’s stopping you From living your best life? What’s stopping you? What’s stopping you? What’s stopping you? What’s stopping you From being creative Through art? What’s stopping you From being creative Through music? What’s stopping you from being creative through textiles? What’s...

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Written By: D. Collins 3/21/25 The essence of poetry is expressing one's mind. Able to freeze what's happening at that given time. Everything seen and heard in the course of a day. Should be scrolled on paper or digital highway. Each life experience is a lesson to be taught. To teach generations to follow the safest route. It is a good...

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The silent snow drifts soft and deep, A silver hush on bending trees, The frozen lake lies still in sleep, Its heart unbroken by the breeze. The moonlight spills in trembling white, White scattered pearls upon her breast. And all the world dissolves in light, A place where time is lost then found. No whispered call, no footstep near, Only the hush of winter's...

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time painted… becomes motionless and we worship its silence cut and frail and drink the earth of meaning that traps us in color like fire drawn through heaven’s aperture only to rise and encroach upon the growing darkness ‘til red, her gentle breath our witness to bear kills the time ...

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Where have you been Depression? gray, fuzzy robe, blanketed high, tucked under chin where salty tears dried, yesterday. Stuck to the corners of my eyes and down my neck, once puddled between breasts, like a moat around my heart. How ridiculous! This state of mind can be, and how absurd the cocoon that encapsulates me. You may visit but...

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I gave up my drivers license because of my poor eyesight, but after two surgeries I have my eyesight back; so, I must take the driving test again and learn all rules, especially all the traffic signs and lights. Stop, yield, no parking, no left,...

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I believe, I may have missed the boat The water’s deep, I couldn’t float Perhaps the marks I set weren’t high The tide’s in now – I’ll wave bye-bye I read Thoreau and Frost, I know Of wilderness and falling snow Of Roads Not Taken tongue in cheek Of singing trees and babbling creek With pomp and ceremony flyin’ I stopped to sniff a...

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There is so much pain in this world, You seem to take it on As though it were all yours. You wear it like a weighted blanket, Each of your movements constrained, So much more effort, Just to stand up. I thought I could stop it, I thought I could stop it for you. Delay it, Push it in a corner and trap it. But...

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Stopping By Corn Field On A Sunny Day with apologies to Robert Frost Whose field is this I'm sure I know. he's busy in the barn now though and will not see me stopping here to find his corn in rows and rows. The stalks of corn are full of cheer and cobs are tasty chased with beer; and golden corn is calling...

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Bleak winter Melbourne morning, a cold wind coming in from across the Bay and blowing down the street, past the Esplanade Cafe with the smell of coffee and warm air spilling out from an open door. I stop, look at the cake and pastry display through the window, the basket of freshly baked croissants, Danish pastries topped with strawberries and apricots and glazed with syrup. A cloud...

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Here I lie in a hired bed Everything around me is red For their minds bleed much in ponder Over foolish things, they wonder The hassle of travelling But my stomach is quarreling I need to lie down to past the time Until all inside me is in full rhyme Done in SFC, in a hired...

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Birds stop singing That summer spring morn The Son of God His head forlorn No need to tremble The gardens scene With men and angels For friends look mean Come they say see The simple man Hands together With touch the plan No need to listen The whispers cry For will not wishes To live...

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Why stopping to speak the truths? Where there is ignorance of the true word of God, there is all sorts of evil. Why stopping to speak the truths? People  who really know true God,  are  not: unjust,           tribalist,                         racists,                                  discriminators, Heartless,                Killers,                         Robbers,                                       Xenophobic, Antagonists Hypocrites Liars Haters. Why stopping to speak the truths? Happy...

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Stopping at One When You’re coming undone Will leave you with Strategies That you think Are So Fun Stopping at Two When It’s All About You Might Last For the Morning But It’s Really Nothing New Stopping At Three Be It a Thorn or a Tree Will Get you To A Freedom That You Didn’t Know Could Be Stopping At Two That’s The Lot...

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