They Poems - Poems about They

There were some witches I once knew Reached out from their graves To give me a kick I ran and got some holly water Poured it on to their graves Hoping to dissolve their souls Did it or did it not work I haven’t heard a peep since. ...

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They say we Jews are afraid that no one 'now' will come to our aid Murder of Jews in America is multiplying more and more hate crimes, innocents dying ...

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And the children cried out to their Maker Bless us Lord, we receive Your loving peace They all clamered 'round about Him Singing and dancing, the Lord was pleased They came upon a leper His body wreaked, his eyes were dim He dare not raise his eyes to Jesus He was crippled but he really loved Him Finally they left, the sun...

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Dragon was rainbow warrior’s cartooning muse She bought swirls of turquoise and purples to the canvases Rainbow warrior was fiery and fierce like her muse Together they were the storm...

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Everyone talks about what they seek in love, as if love were a mirror meant to reflect only desire, to be just the echo of an inner call. But I am not here to ask what you want from me; rather, I want to ask what you once wished to find within yourself but never managed to discover, what...

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Unlike the headlines in their tabloids This land was not a den of thieves Not orphans begging at their gates Nor lazy minds with rolled-up sleeves It’s home to those with skin like night But hearts that shine a like gold Its people brave and its stories bold Their wisdom deep and their spirit bright It holds a culture vast and admirable A place...

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Children never fake it! True love comes from them I've never seen A child fake a smile Whenever they laugh It comes from their heart Portraying their beautiful soul Without pains or hidden intentions. Children never fake it!! With innocent They emerge earth Without sin Imitating whatever They see Watching whatever we do Doing more of what we do than what we teach. Children never fake...

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We clap and cheer when they speak well phrases that please that cast a spell. But behind the brilliance are borrowed lines they read poets study the rhymes. Our leaders rhyme not truth but lies with practiced timing and careful guise. They stir the crowd with crafted speech not to uplift but to mislead. And yet if words can sway the hearts of men then write your truth and write again....

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Live every day as if it were your last, they told me, words carrying shadows and chills, a thought like a storm gathering on a clear sky, a pressure that presses to immobility, a swan song that moves the soul in circles of unease, where time intertwines with fear, but within me, like an echo of another life,...

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Clouds often go unnoticed, but they are so much like us, soft and distant travelers, floating through a sky full of unknown thoughts, meeting like strangers, carried by the same wind of chance, staying for a while, then quietly parting, without promises or storms. They do not ask the sky to stop, nor beg the sun to linger longer, even...

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. 'bout time thuh flowerz are bloom'n and thuh...

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They Fought for Their Country They Fought to Make It Free But Where Did They End up Not the Place They Expected To Be They Fought for Their Country with All Their Strength And Might But Where Did They End up Homeless and Living On the Streets at Night They Fought for Their Country for a Better Future And Life But Where...

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Roses are red, violets are vile Lilies are ugly, daisies make me smile Allergies are making me sneeze off my head I hate to say this, but I want all flowers dead I cannot bury them in my yard for they make me sick If you send me a bouquet, I will be saying “ick!” Flowers are pretty, if they do...

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These days I often find myself lying on my pristine rock, hard bed thinking about why the world would ever care about someone like me. I wonder how my thoughts ever drifted this far. Maybe social media? Or my own self-conceit, brimming with forbidden passions even van Gogh or Picasso couldn't imagine. Yet, I only say that because I can't...

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This is the story of a woman unknown. On top of green hill that rose above a village There was a tiny white cottage that sat for all to see The clouds brushed on its roof And green vines ran up and down the walls This cottage was the house of a woman named Unknown She rose early in the...

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