Them Poems - Poems about Them

She's never loved broken love poems, but now she writes them. She's always feared swollen heads and broken tones, yet now she finds she fights them. Despite her mother's devotion, she's forgotten the taste of oxytocin - broken bonds within the unspoken, spoken. Now emotion runs frozen underneath hollow motions. These days she spends her time playing theologian. Here's my question: No one cares to know...

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Father, May your eyes be open and your ears attending to the prayers made in this place. Consecrate this home, so that your name will be known here forever. Please make it a house of prayer. A place of grace. A dwelling where your Spirit is pleased to rest upon. May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ....

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I was an ethereal shadow in the corridors, a whisper of denim and shy glances floating among them, Invisible in their noisy bustle, a ghost with a too-polite smile, always on the edge, Their notes flew like grenades, exploding into laughter that tore through the silence eating away at me inside, I wore their words like a second...

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Allow them respect, those who battle on.' In tents and cars Australia you are being guided so wrong.' I presume there's No voting facility 'for our disenfranchised?' I question the Morality? Where is the councel of the wise? I advise intervention..We saw it before.' Camps of internment when A health scare hit the doors.' Now such a reaction is...

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‘Here come some more of them Plenty of little kids too Time to put on our funny faces Entertain them for a while’ ‘Chase each other...

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Pedal Tones and arpeggios, and registers. "the act of separating the Two" The Twenty One Day Rule By Professor Meanus Labyrinth "Gabba Gabba Hey" Code name Project: " Fragaria x ananassa" Taint Whyle means to undermine a current relationship to bring it to null. or not any,...

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May we be blessed that wherever our children’s feet take them in life wherever they happen to roam… those same feet that lead them away from us… will also lead them back home.....

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I am 15 years old. They say my mind is scattered stars, too many, too bright, too far apart. A sky that sparkles wildly, never settling into constellations. I try. God, I try. To sit still in a room that moves faster than me, to focus while my thoughts bounce like marbles down cathedral halls. The world whispers lazy while I carry lightning in my...

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Let them miss my smile Let them miss my hair blowing in the wind Let them miss my laughter Let them miss me Let them miss my cooking Let them miss my stories Let them miss my jokes Let them miss me Let them miss my hugs Let them miss my kisses Let them miss my warmth Let them miss me Let them miss my...

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The Early Years She is to entertain 20 people I fried up 20 cucumbers 5 lbs. Of okra In a grit and Parmesan cheese And bits of bacon in the batter Some spices, mace, cayenne , paprika Garlic and onion powder in the Bater*w/flour and eggs baking soda* I roasted a teriyaki style pork loin And sliced it thin with commercial Mixer, I mean...

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I have left two uncles I hardly ever see them.' I had a lot More.. yet in time God released them' sometimes the spoke Good advice.? And sometimes not.' Maybe I thought who Needs them? But i could choose to listen or ignore? I was Back then not that seasoned.' So uncles can be usefull.? I now think.? If i...

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You’ll kill your only dog because you don’t remember the sound of a bullet like him. The sea rises The sea consumes The sea doesn’t give back You’ll fear a never coming fire after you hear your cousin burnt alive and hide from the smoke you don’t inhale. The sea rises The sea consumes The sea doesn’t give back When you looked...

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I see them coming, all smiles and slick words, their eyes like cold marbles, rolling lies off their tongues. The narcissists, the leeches, the grinning wolves, the hollow men with poisoned hands, digging into whatever’s warm. The psychopaths with their games, the ones who hurt children, the ones who carve scars into soft skin and walk away laughing. I don’t deal with them. I leave them to their...

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Forgive this battery; tilt up your chin. You're ready now. Still, absent. "Help! Help!" Life running in. Futile. Puckered breath on silent chest. Crushing pain and animal calls. "Please! Please!" A familiar voice. We work. Not for you. You are lost, forever and complete. Distinguished face, absent now. Silver hair matted red and brown. For them. We work. Body rushed to mind's demented end. Forgive us...

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If you have them for me If they are in you to give Then give them to me... If I've been good Or, at least you thought I was good Give them... I receive them humbly and wholeheartedly Don't hold 'em For if you do, I will miss their beauty Their freshness will wane and soon they will wilt and fade away So give them... Freely_ I'd...

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