Talking To Poems - Poems about Talking To

I see the sea is good But the ocean is even better Both beauty is superb It makes me fell complete In the morning, at dawn In the afternoon, in the night In the evening, in the twilight In its magical reflection, serene In the sounds of the waves, peace I can talk to Him anytime....

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I am unsure about some things that I see churches do. It arouses questions in me, so I come to you. Why do they say come down and we will pray. Is it because they feel don’t know what to say? The Holy Spirit does the groanings we can’t understand. You want words from my...

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"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet I love to sit and watch the clouds, as they dance across the big blue sky. If I watch and wait what will I see, animals like a zoo walking by. One day I ask a big bright white cloud, where are you going? I was shocked when it answered back, off...

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I said to my dog, "Let us go then, you and I, while pink, wispy clouds traverse the azure sky. Oh, do not bark, ‘What is it?’ Let's just go and make our visit to your favorite tree so you can whiz it. And then, we’ll go walk a little by the beach, to hear the mermaids singing, each...

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n my periphery, a messenger arrived carrying the sadness and the news of goodbye “the roses you sent died out on their way before they could bloom the dreams you planted were set on fire by the demons you fought”   now walking alone on the empty streets at night staring at the moon wondering if you’re looking at it too i...

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in a never ending dark room i stand before your memories the echoes of your laugh the echoes of your jokes fill up your void in this room our mondegreen conversations led us where I stand talking to your memories and tears full of regret...

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Today my older grandson, the four year old, Asked his mom, “Who are you talking to when you’re talking to yourself?” And it made me think a few things; One, that the kid is bright and has a bright future Two, that I sure never thought such things at four Three, that it is a solid basis for a life...

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DOG TALKING TO GOD You know my dear why are you seeing me? No god I was just with my master you were crying and hugging me, My pure soul, you know they were putting you forever to sleep? No, my lord I was just hugging my master very deep. My dear you didn’t feel that injection? No lord I was...

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("The Cave of Unknowing", 2012, original oil) Talking to the Dead (aka musings on Jacob’s Ladder) The essential message of the Tibetan Book of the Dead Is that the clear light of mind is revealed in death. Due to our karma (habitual patterns of doing and viewing) We have visions of whatever is in our mind, Visions which range from pleasant to...

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Pinocchio why do you Continue to lie all the time Knowing that when you do Your nose just grows and grows Until it gets cut off ...

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Now you are talking to me, your words so tight are now unbound, In whispers of dusk, where lost echoes are found. A symphony silent, yet pulsing with sound, Drawing our spirits from dark to light. Now you are talking to me, in this fleeting hour, Your voice like a breeze through a garden in flower. Each syllable dances, a waltz...

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No matter how much I say to get your homework done- it seems to go in one ear and out the other...

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In the end I talk to myself in a voice only I and the shadows can understand. ...

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sky has no limit earth has limits overseas India-centric radicals' insurgency one dragon, dragon's Asia, dragon's world amidst global wars,is India occupation country spirit? world spirit? will there be cross border aggression or war within country? wear your soldier hat be war ready fulfill the call of duty for which you arrived ...

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O’ THE SOUND OF THE TREES WALKING MY GOD IS TALKING TO ME Dedicated to God is Speaking Ministries Janeen Brown O’ the sound of the trees walking My God is talking to me O’ I speak when spoken to I hear so that I do All of those beautiful, voices I am chosen...

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