Things Poems - Poems about Things

Come to me baby You're much too far away Come, let me hold you These five things I must say: 1. I want you, and 2. I need you 3. I dream about you too 4. I long to be together Love you? 5. Yes, I do...

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In my country For you to make sense You need to have money For you to be respected You have to throw money around For you to find love You need to have money. Every effect A cause A man's wife may either "Make" or "break" him Everyone has their own style of expressing things. Forgetting we're souls Not the body...

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I try to write of tulip skies, but my pen finds the shadows first. I want to speak of beauty, but my tongue can’t carry the weight… -dishonest- I try to sing of lilac air, but every note becomes a bruise, a wound that pretty things can’t use. The air becomes… -suffocating- The easy things… finding laughter in wind chimes, they...

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I wish we were blessed to realize we are ALL human beings everyone on this planet is related to one another… because we are human beings in name only when we choose to ignore the suffering of any of our sisters or our brothers....

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She was born a girl but inner heart she knows she is a boy and thus spends much of her young life life straddling the edge of joy. And it’s no different for him…in the same way his life unfurls… as he was born a boy but in his heart he knows he is a girl. I...

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Sharp questions make me reassess my thinking’s illogical mess Look at things a different way False premises and conclusions slay Hit me hard where it really hurts ...

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Life is slipping away with each clock tick, no slowing down until pendulum will stop. It’s relentless counting seems double quick, until at last it’s become my time to drop. Today has arrived finding me downcast, and groping for words like some half-wit. My happier times all snooze in my past, but today will be what I choose to make it. ...

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Things, I want things, Give me things, Here is a ring, Let us accumulate things, And compare are things to their things, They are evil, Their things do not compare to our things, There was a man who taught us love, But we killed him with a thing, And when he rose, Instead of rising like him? We built things, to fly through the sky, Things, I...

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Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’ a country that never was, that never had borders He somehow thinks that things will be ‘fine’ ...

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Of all things that fade you stayed the longest. Not in form... But, in the way your absence rearranged the air. Even forgetting remembers you. ...

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our mental simulator is the incubator of our physical illustration our mental perceptions of how events in our perceived physical world are created by our inner most desires...

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Isn’t it odd? All of the little things that remain in our little brains? One day, you’ll be walking down the street, just minding your own business, when suddenly you’ll stop. A sight, A sound, A scent, A memory, Something you have never seen, heard, smelt, or even experienced before will catch your incomplete attention so completely. And send you to the most magical of places. Something from your childhood, Something from the small town you drove through last autumn. Something...

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I never buried certain names, They lingered like a scent in air. I whispered them through window panes And found them waiting everywhere. I never buried childhood roads— The ones I walked with bleeding knees. They live inside the softest odes And bloom like ghosts among the trees. I never buried what she said The night the silence broke our bed. Her voice still echoes...

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I was saved by quiet things— The rustle of the morning breeze, The way the robin spreads its wings, The golden drift of autumn leaves. I was saved by threads of light That touched my skin through broken blinds, By distant stars that pierced the night, By echoes I had left behind. I was saved by falling rain— The softest tears the sky could...

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Bagels have holes in, my garden has moles in Some teeth have gold in and some text has bold in Teeth, moles and text is a song no one sings But holes must be some of my favourite things Donuts have holes in, the ocean has shoals in I’ve got a door that is letting the cold in Seas, fish and...

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