The One Who Poems - Poems about The One Who

She wakes before the sun, packs two lunches—one for school, one for work, if she remembers to eat. She brushes her child’s hair while tying back her own pain. She looks in the mirror and sees a woman who stayed too long for someone who only knew how to disappear. He said forever, then broke it quietly. Took the best of her years and left her with bills, baggage, and...

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You have neither season nor outline, Yet you dwell in every beat of my heart, crushed By disappointment and solitude, As though the day leaned over my hours of penance To gather the source of my being. Your presence never imposes—it seeps in, Fluid, tender, elusive, And I am held captive by a smile that promises nothing Yet offers everything. It is enough that...

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she has been looking for someone, since before she knew the word for wanting, “please, have you seen this person?” someone who’s tall and strong when she scratched her knees falling down the monkey bars —he can catch her when she falls, and lift her like she's air someone who's kind and has a puppy when she first held a fluffy life...

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I wait for the one who might return someday, but this "might" deceives me a little more each day, like a distant song slowly fading in the autumn dusk, an echo of lost footsteps on the forgotten paths of time. How long could patience last? Now I feel that I’ve grown tired of feeding myself with these hollow promises, like shadows...

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I sink deep into the unhappiness of being the one who doesn't deceive you with sweet illusions, I refuse to change who I am for anyone, even for the shadows that surround me. I've detested how easily you allow yourself to be manipulated to accept everything you hear without question, Have I not left a strong enough impression,...

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Love My God.. HE is the one who Balances The universe.. HE is the one Who Make fall of drops from The sky.. HE is the one Who Feeds the...

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It's the success who made me ride It's the fear who made me hide I know no one is on my side I know they all wanna dim my light I know to keep it alive, I have to fight No, I will never lose my sight No, I will never give up on my right What you think I made? What...

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He lived according to his creed, he missed events that caused endless tears; he was only present in tragedies... did he really expect to be freed from foolish thoughts that didn't know extremes, showing no effort to make them realistic dreams? Lonely is the one who counts days and watches parades of laughing clowns, giving him a momentary relief from sadness; he won't march...

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Taken by the breath of thee Find it hard to breath Tears begin to flow All around only hurt Intensify the pain Runs wild and free No calming flow Rocked to the core Wheres the words Wheres the real emotion So fake it is So pretend i play With this life Granted i took I had it all I had it there Willing it was My heart had no mind The dark...

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we trim their hair, necks, noses, and mustaches too They come on Saturday morning, when the mail is due we hear their stories, they gossip about their farms and such we like our regulars, and we hear so much! only one gives us a tip we try to get him...

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Winter's joys are many, There's lights and sometimes snow But the greatest joy of all, Is one not many know Some may think it's presents Some may think it's more But the one that matters all the most Is the one true God, our Lord We celebrate his birthday, On this most special day He is our great shepherd He will find us when we're stray He...

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Pipe me a tune I can dance to Or play a lament, as of old. And pipe you a song Serenely and strong For then, I will pay you in gold. Pipe, at the early of morning Just as the sun forces through. Then stand you alone And quaver your tone For a sovereign, I'll offer to you. Pipe, at the lull of the evening, Play...

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Selfish and barbaric, wrong and stupid the one who only supplies of himself thinking conceive of everything... ! How little is it this ideologic stature, how is it phenomenal this obscurantism... !...

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When I write, life becomes a party... I bless that one that my verse comments. Blessed is the eye that reads my poetry, and study it... Blessed is the being that comprehends my deep inside, scans my soul... !...

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Thinking about the heaven in your eyes Those days when your Faith in me would rise These days the sweet rays of the Sun runs to me Reminding me of all the love of you to me to be. Yesterday was washed by the rain of today Now I own a banquet full of gratitude each day All you...

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