Taking Poems - Poems about Taking

I'm on fire with this life. I like the fiery flames, I like to let go through myself, To experience, to feel emotions, I love to warm up people's life. I want to believe my own feelings. Rather than rely on logic often, All my destiny steps are taken away, When I felt my whole body sense, Came brave right decision for victory....

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They told us silence was golden but we learned it was a cage. Now, the locks are rusted open and we are stepping on the stage. No more whispers in the margins no more shrinking to fit the room. We speak in every shade and story our words like seeds that bloom. We are not echoes of one another we are a rising storm,...

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Bench waits, hope takes field, One swing to change all the score, Clutch moment arrives. ©bfa051725 ...

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Leaving home to take a trip Invites a lot of stress, For whether things go just as planned Is anybody’s guess. Within your comfort zone you know The rules and the routines, The details all at your command With few surprising scenes. Yet out of bounds all bets are off And so much can go wrong, As unfamiliar routes demand The proof that you belong. It’s...

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Don't be angry, don't show that long face; they change whenever they try to cheat, I stop taking risks and reject this defeat: distrust could be gone with one embrace! I stop taking risks regardless of its awful outcome, waiting is useless hope when it turns into delusion; how much can be accomplished in the meantime depend on the right set of...

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Anyone can try to do any thing It doesn't take natural talent It takes desire, determination and practice It may take a lot of practice, but if you truly wish to do it, you can There are so many activities filling life So many things to try, enjoy, worthy of time Multiple things to choose from, your interests After the process of action...

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Sue wanted her cats to see Italy, Paris and London too Wished to smuggle them in suitcases, but they both mew. You could hitchhike from country to country, someone suggested. His idea was a horrible idea, rides were few, bad ones manifested. They spent time in back of pickups with cows, goats and mice. Or in cages upon car tops,...

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Upon reaching the top I found a new bottom Polarity lies with the truth ill begotten Direction a ruse in misguided fruition As searchers take flight — in their new destitution (The New Room: January, 2025) ...

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The air is growing colder. Something is withdrawing deeper into itself, becoming more distant, out of reach. The evenings are heavy with longing. Soon it will be time for you to go. A restlessness now disturbs the still and thoughts of that other place glow on the mind's horizon. It grows brighter in the gathering chill. There will be a morning when you will arise...

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"If you won't play nice, I'm taking my poem home." "Oh, poor baby! Look! He can' take it, Jerome." "Don't! I swear! If you smear it with that fizzy foam, I'm taking my poem home." "So, take it home," sass Billy and Jerome. "We don't give a rat's ass about your stupid little poem!"...

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Ha ha..I laugh.' For you will find 'you will be outmatched.) By just the Aussies; mind.' Hoody and Topher Antic and Rennick, Larter, Bos,i Hobart, Brighthope Nickolic its systemic.' Clair Woodly and Iyah.' Yes the pressure builds higher.' Also I Am against you.' In truth you'l become a no-show Max Igan Another one having a go.' Even the white rabbit...

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Meddlesome Maddie liked to invade and intrude A busybody with plenty of well-earned solitude She tried to stick her spoon in her new neighbor’s biz. He stopped her right away, and he was no kind of wiz....

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2025.3.24 Sixty five days ago, on a sunny Saturday, I came here with some body. It was supposed to be our first time, But it turned out to be the last too. Time flies fast as it passed you. At the end of the trip, he suggested, We both wrote a poem each, It was not to compete, Just to express one own feeling. I...

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Dear friends, If you have noticed I haven't been commenting lately. My brother volunteered to go to Guantanamo Bay being part of Homeland Security. He several days before leaving purchased a house. Where he bought the property was called the Tughill area known for horrible winter storms of 4 to five feet of snow sometimes...

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O’Mally from Ballyjamesduff went down on his chambermaid’s ****. When she let out a moan, he replied, “Mrs. Sloane, I’ll desist when we’ve both had enough.” ...

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