These Poems - Poems about These

I kneel by the ash heap of my country, pulling out the charred bones of laws once tender with purpose. A womb, a book, a vote—each gutted clean by men in ties who grin as they light the match, who quote scripture as forests burn and children cry in cages built from policy. My daughter will not inherit a peace I once believed in. She...

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Pink mushroom guy was a dancer, a dreamer called Dilly Dally Dew. He loved fuchsia, purple, lavender, and pink of every shade and hue. Why does he insist on those colors? His dad asked, irritated a bit. Pink was the color for boys in Victorian days, said his wife, Mrs. Whit. Daddy looked it up, for it was difficult...

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ever shut your eyes and glide the free fall of bodily movement with the mind just vapours exploring that other place that you have to run from and to but the trance can be captured and eyes closed, heart beating uninterruptible, yet corruptible by thought alone, you're anyplace held, in ecstasy,...

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Raccoons are in the ceiling having a whale of a time They raided the kitchen and stole molasses and thyme We cannot get up there, it is an enormous climb If they were glitzy-loving crows, we could coax them down with a dime....

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Thanks to these storms to which I owe the power to wield my angst like a shining sword, For they have taught me to shake off my fears and crush them at my weary feet, I feel a whirlwind of air entering my anxious being, freeing me from the shadows of fear, I owe them their icy stillness,...

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classy as a diamond ring razzlng and dazzling throughout the night these sweater wearing roosters are sparkling razzling and dazzling throughout the night foghorn leghorn forming dialed in the farm yard run roosters my word strutting with pep do nothing wrong in this manure and goo Sing’n with gusto into morning dew These sweater wearing roosters are sparkling Razzling and dazzling throughout the night Foghorn leghorn forming Dialed in...

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_______________________________________ Between these lines A poem starved of meaning lies Begging for redemption From injustice, hatred, and corruption. This poem is a mother One who stayed long after he left, the father. A young woman tracing love with blind hands A girl in a world where her rights are mistaken for demands. This poem is meaningless As spineless as a snail It makes no call...

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This somber glade where they've laid you will become my sanctuary; memories will be companions in my quiet misery. You never liked to see me cry. I hear your soft and gentle voice with tenderest sincerity asking, 'Why such bitter tears?' These tears are layered like the rose that, to my lips, I press and kiss while kneeling in the cold, damp sod only to be...

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(A reflective voice whispers) In the Dawn of a new feeling of Life, Maybe even at high school Did you embrace one of its golden rules To hold hands with someone you deemed so special Encouraged by first love's, sweet kiss For it to then carry you through, to meet the super cool, Twilight of your Life With the only...

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These four walls, how they stifle. How they bind and choke. Their cheap white paint Seems to whisper: Let me go! Is this not a home, Soft and safe, Friend of one and all? But a cell, Narrow and close, Bereft of fresh air, Bidding me stay. Tis danger out there. No, the danger is here, Not to my flesh, More, to my soul. The danger is here, Inside these four...

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Study Talks Maths, Science, English, Hindi, Sr. Newton why u discovered gravity? , Formulas and experiments, books took our brain on rent Day or night root and Square always have frustating fight. My bat and ball are waiting for me, I also wanna play out suddenly. It's been a long time, Since I have drawn something. I just want to free...

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'Write Thirteen Beautiful Lines' Poetry Contest: Sponsored by Constance La France (April/May 2025). Where hills are alive with imagination carried by clouds toward their destination Lakeland fells and sheep Liverpool of cormorants Wales with its dragons Yorkshire and terrier dogs in Lancashire towns of redbrick and cobbled folk who worked with bare hands to build a much better world beneath these beautiful skies. ...

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Where do thoughts come from, these uninvited guests that silently creep into my mind like shadows? Do they sneak from corners of my soul I dare not visit, dark and unknown places? They sit in my mind like unwanted visitors, asking questions I cannot answer, rearranging the furniture of my peace, Leaving before I notice what's missing, leaving...

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These are your words of life— not shouted, but breathed, not carved in stone, but whispered gently in your ear. I carry them inside me like the hush before a song, like the salt before the sea. I write them now because silence is a kind of death when the world is deep in sleep, and still dreaming. There are those who hurt with hands, with laws, with sharpened...

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I did not summon these thoughts—they arrived already breathing, wrapped in the salty cloak of silence, like relics rising from the forgotten graves of someone else's ruins, where echoes dance like spirits in the twilight of forgetting. They shape themselves in silence—carved by unseen hands, hands that know my marrow better than my own soul, molding clarity from the fragile bones...

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