Take Back Poems - Poems about Take Back

A tree needs sun, water and soil gives back its fruit... and its shade on a hot, sultry day A bee needs...

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the seventies is my go-to decade for it is when I was my cutest and my three daughters were born I looked terrific in my bell bottom jeans the edge of them had rickrack and lace I embroidered a happy face and flowers on her pockets my go-to vest was loaded with fringe I wore my hair long and messy; I felt...

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I vanished soft a stolen breath, a hush between the lips of death. But ink remembers how I taste, how slow I draw, how sweet, how chaste then twist the lace and let it slide, a metaphor with hips that glide. They say I left but I just leaned into the hush behind the screen. The lines you wrote, they danced in me, like...

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I … have courted luck in countless ways against ragged judgments and self-umbrage I still draw breaths, counted and the mirror has been charitable most I meet deem me forty (I’m not about to correct them) my visage betrays scant little of the darkness and damage within oh, it will one day chase me down - no doubt soon enough but I feign my teens in...

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So you can define a tree From a forest if its near But I cannot make you see And my words you cannot hear You destroyed a lilac grove You’re a beast with no remorse I don’t share your need to rove You’re the effect with no cause Now the Earth is yours forever Make it flat, cut off the trees Get your desert...

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Time changes with life and life changes with time. October grows too old, Hobbling backwards With the burden of years, On the sinuous alcove of time, Tenebrous and feathery, Her hidden lamps blinking furiously At the silhouettes of wasted days. The wasted leaves of autumn Break forth and dance down With the weak speed of burnt confetti. The clocks go back several ticks, Schlepping on the tired...

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There used to be a time I can still remember when but times have changed they're not the same we have to roll the rock turn back the clock things are going wrong something's gone astray the streets are yours and mine let's make them safe for kids to play the good old days do you still remember then those days are...

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ill drive down the highway at one eighty two you'll say that'll we'll die but i know that can't be true cause the strings and the signs of fate pulled us together and they won't tear us apart for as long as i'll remember the moon in the sky is so far away in a big pit of darkness...

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No money he had, just guitar on his back he took to the roads as the evening turned black he said no goodbyes to all that he knew and never looked back to his love that was true his path followed rivers and fern covered hills and his eyes looked ahead over fields and mills he'll take his guitar and let...

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Without the right paraphernalia ~ Marijuana won’t help what ails ya ...

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Two formidable contenders are battling for the crown, each making grand promises. Where do we go wrong? What wisdom does our Bible impart about speaking in tongues? It's a reality that for one to win, another must lose; that’s the essence of this game change. We know that nothing will ever be the same again. ...

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She was the rain He was the thunder And together they were an unstoppable storm Both activists in their own form Both doing what they were made for A duo who held a power that could destroy A system Meant only to break them Built to control them Her voice was fire Loud and unforgiving His mind was like...

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It’s never too late to pause the chase to stop running like a mad dog after a world that never turns back. It’s never too late to stand in the open sun after years of hiding in shadows to finally thirst for the light. It’s never too late to shed the robe of shame to return to the road you were always meant to walk. Home never...

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I remember when our children were children…and we were younger as well… In a time they believed everything we said…oh the jokes and stories we would tell… We could tell them the moon was made of cheese, fool them with card and magic tricks and when we told stories around the campfire..they would sit and listen…transfixed. One of my...

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colorful butterfly faerie flew into the garden today The marigolds, lilies and lilacs all leaned her way Wanting a favor, a glimpse, a look at her gown She had a terrific personality, and no kind of frown She is such a beauty! The elves and dwarfs did agree. Tomato worm never saw her; he was watching TV The radishes and carrots...

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