Take Away Poems - Poems about Take Away

I sit on a straight back red vinyl chair in a Chinese Take Away waiting for my beef and black bean sauce, pork chow mein and a serving of special fried rice - hear from behind a beaded rainbow coloured curtain the sizzle and spit of hot oil, the constant sound of a ladle scraping the sides of a wok,...

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Those we love don’t go away They walk beside us every day ...

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Put my life away You don’t need this life Watching you from the dark Lost your desire No. It was mine You. Was a desire I respect life Put my life Away Fill Bye ...

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All that I am I gave away For just to come and see The ever-dying summer day With sunlight through your tree You’ve gone, but on the record Your voice remains with me It takes about split second To change the time, to be Back in the endless days To see again your smile You’re talking through November haze I answer from July.. ...

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Walking across a college campus classes done till Fall I hear those lessons never taught on winds that truth recalls The questions that we used to prize now locked away in files To favor dogma’s jagged edge — in deaf self-serving bile (Villanova University: July, 2025) ...

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He slipped away? Or did they take him? Stranger things have happened, have they not? Why do I ask so many questions of myself? Or am I asking questions of him? I could make statements. He went off of his own accord. This is one of his stranger happenings. I have to ask so many questions. So, this could be a question. Or is...

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Time was not far we would get into bed, Put head on to pillow and fall asleep Under the grace and by Morpheus aided, Unto another world in one smooth leap Embraced by Hypnos, in a state higher. Why O sleep, hast thou slipped away from life, In bed, eyes shut, my mind when fights false fire— In digital orchestra...

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Time drips drops of sorrow like engine oil. It coats the gears of yesterday's labor, keeping grinding on forward in a regular way, slip, slip sliding away. Tears unbind the spindle of memory’s wheel. Dreams, frozen in candle wax, melt in the sun’s heat, causing memories to slink and drip, slip, slip sliding away. Hands clutch hard,...

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I love when we sit in the hot bright sun, add some butter or we will get well done. Sky and water of ice blue, better than the dull store view. Oh! look I am popping so I will run....

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when you throw a red brick who do you harm? an ant, a beetle, a ladybug full of insect charm? down in the grasses lives a village after all They might not be vocal or loud or six-feet tall but be very careful and put those hard bricks away it is mean to kill, and what would the snake king...

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The world demands identity— a name, a face, a history. But in its grip, you lose your way, and shame is what they make you pay. They drag your truth into the light, then twist it wrong and call it right. They dress you up in guilt and fear, then whisper lies for all to hear. A coin of shadow tempts the soul, Whispers...

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Away away away Again I will say Away away away This is day after day Away away away I see blood dried on you I know you forgive me But when will you learn not to When will you learn to flee It's coming soon I see I don't want it to hurt that day These thoughts they plague me That is why I say Away away away Again...

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So little time— Yet so much left undone! On the pages of life still remain Sketches of dreams left to run. So many promises lost in the mist, So many hopes quietly withdrew— Countless paths remain untraveled, So many sights left out of view. What still remains— To behold the world with wide-open eyes, To truly live...

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So little time— Yet so much left undone! On the pages of life still remain Sketches of dreams left to run. So many promises lost in the mist, So many hopes quietly withdrew— Countless paths remain untraveled, So many sights left out of view. What still remains— To behold the world with wide-open eyes, To truly live...

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Q Because of my relentless and persistent 'wool gathering' were Satan's demons actively plotting 'to put me out commission due to my willful acts of disobedience? A Yes Q Did God reveal their plan to my home-care worker and did she reveal them ...

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