That Poems - Poems about That

Why do we call the good old days, good? Grandma was always talking, talking about the days that had passed. I wonder if they were really that good, or does our mind play a trick on us? Grandma loved sitting on her porch, looking out over her land in her rocking chair. Now the old rustic white fence, is falling down...

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When I was a girl with ribboned dreams, I saw myself on TV screens. A mic in hand, a voice so clear, Telling stories the world would hear. I loved the sound of words I spoke— Not for praise, or selfish hope, But because each word I dared to say Meant I was real, in some small way. But life, it shifts like...

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“It’s a very beautiful bird. It can never be ugly! It’s the most beautiful bird in the world!” - Quote by Purnima Devi Barman, Wildlife biologist who saved Greater Adjutant stork species ------------------------------------------------------- Greater Adjutant stork Uncomely looks Despised by all For being ugly No other fault No graceful gait No melody Awkward height Impolite eater Unsettled gaze A woman fell in love Raised an all woman Hargila army...

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It wasn't the storm that ravaged the dark sky, nor the heavy silence that settled like a velvet shroud, not the muffled cry beneath layers of quiet breath, but a single tear, from the left eye, falling secretively, slow and full of meanings, carving its deep truth on the face of a man who had never known tears. They say the...

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Poppies burn like love under the sun that births longing, Let me ask for forgiveness, to touch your face with light, To be your sunbeam, to be a halo on your delicate brow, To caress your skin with a sweet breeze, a zephyr that caresses the wheat, Let my smile seduce you, let longing flow over your waist. The evening...

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My Thursday Morning Prayer The words have been the poem, and a good poem should fill you It can offer consolation and comfort in your time of need Lift your pens, you upcoming poets, Write to, your heart contents let your words, be a conversation topic, be the closing of the graduation speech, because rhythmic language...

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-In the dead of night, when the world is silent, her whispers haunt the shadows of my mind. “Daddy, I’m so tired… I don’t want to be here anymore.” Her small voice, trembling like a ghost, echoes in my heart — a chilling reminder of the fragile life we’re trying to hold together. Late at night, when silence drapes...

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They don’t ask if I remember. They think I’m just a tree— bark, leaves, and silence. But I do. I remember. Before roads, before fences, before the wooden swing on my lowest branch— I was already here, waiting. Not for anything in particular. Just rooted. Listening. And they came. The boy arrived first. No shoes, knees scraped, eyes wide. He ran in like he owned the field and sat at my base, panting as if...

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I am no longer of use. That much is clear. They pass me by like I’m furniture— just another shape gathering dust in the corner of the kitchen where light rarely lands. My face, once proud, is smudged now— not by time, but by its absence. I used to hold their mornings together: 6:45, the hiss of the kettle. 7:02, cereal spiraling into bowls. 7:58, the door slammed...

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In the depths of pleasure, it is said that only in that moment of supreme ecstasy does the mind become completely empty, thoughts evaporate like morning mist before the sun, and the soul floats in an abyss of silence, a moment where you are suspended between worlds, a brief pause on the path of unfathomable eternity, a second...

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Just a few days in, college felt new, Chilling in the canteen with my unusual crew. I saw a guy feeding pups with care, And told my friend, “Yaar, ese bhi log hote hai.. it's rare!” He was just another face, A guy with a gentle grace. We laughed it off and moved on from the scene, Not knowing what that moment...

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May we be blessed to understand what a hero is… when it comes to our dominion because in our country at this moment there is a difference of opinion… I believe the Capitol police who died defending our Capitol and safeguarding our freedom January 6 were heroes… To uphold and defend the Constitution of the United States and the...

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Stop waiting for the world to love you, for it never owed you that, Do you think you'll feel worthy if you win, accumulate, and prove enough? That shame will vanish one morning, that the mirror will smile instead of frown? Let me tell you something true: you're chasing ghosts with heavy chains on your ankles, We're taught that...

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You can get used to a feeling as if it were an invisible cloak that gently wraps around you, So much so that you forget when it dresses you or when it disappears in the morning silence, You sink so deeply into the habit of feeling bad that you no longer recognize the light, You don't realize that...

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The truth is that we are always children, lost in the labyrinth of time with maps drawn from the dreams of the night, Children with scraped knees from life's falls, with veins like the roots of ancient trees piercing the earth, Our scars are medals of survival, and age spots are constellations drawn on skin stretched like...

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