These Poems - Poems about These

(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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A poem depends on the mood of the moment on the hour of the night or of the day on sudden changes, and subtle ones too on the cast of the...

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So you wear these thorns with pride, accepting the hand that invites you to dance, and you spin alongside your reflection, to the music of voids that sing to your tears. Because you know, this pain looks better on no one else but you, you know you have always been the perfect mannequin to display it to the...

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These words do not belong to me, they are parasites burrowing into the core of my thoughts, demanding flesh and permanence, as if ink could defy relentless entropy. They are called prophecies, but I have seen oracles reduced to mere footnotes, revelations turned to dust, words as a futile rebellion against time. They infest my hands, winding from wrist...

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These mountains, the rivers, these hills, these valleys. Appear to the eye in awe in the daylight. Disappear like the wind in the blackness of night. These people, these friends, these colleagues, these families. Their smiles of admiration, fellowship and love for what they want in the warm, summer sunshine. Disappear like the wind through the trees when expectation...

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Gently as I whisper these words. Gently as I say words left unheard. Visions taunt me, sensations feel me. Water drip between me leaving me panting. Catch a kiss softly from the sky. I can't believe my panties are wet tonight. I laugh because its thrilling, got me feeling my inner g, pulsating, pulsating within me. I'm orbiting beyond the moon. Find...

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According to one unnamed economics professor, " . . . The Republican party has become the largest active communist group in America ~ promoting " " rather than discouraging it". Identifying the social characteristics that fit Karl Marx economic model of The Proletarian among extreme modern groups like Christian Opus Dei or the Right-Wing Libertarians will...

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I *gate* my heart, my *jewel*, my happiness in the *shadows* beneath my chest Outside they *mutter* about dangerous games But I'm no knight, I don't own no shield and my heart? it's broken already, I don't need a prince to lie to me my parents are enough to show me '"love"...

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I am wondering why in those gloomy moments lived away from everybody who said prayers I haven't reached any sublime joy... or even the ecstatic feeling of purity that many saints got looking at the magnificent heaven; are these sins holding me back and pushing me down, so I can't rise up and give my praises God? Is the bright...

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