Things Poems - Poems about Things

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As I get closer to see things I only see the details of it Scrutiny the mundane of its process Make judgement on the said observation But when I see things at far end I see clearly the whole beauty of it The distance is clearly seen as photograph In the eyes of my lenses I wonder I make judgement as I see...

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Once a poem alit did linger To tarry nigh upon my finger Then having saying said Once perched a fleeing fled...

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Today as I sat in my wicker chair taking in the sweetened air no swallows flew above my head I watched the warming ground instead, it seemed that every ant and bee was working much the same as me taking in the breath of spring and doing useful outside things ...

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What is the nature of the affection you claim to possess for me when your expressions of love are accompanied by detachment, distance, and uncomfortable silences? I find myself engaging in internal monologues in an attempt to alleviate the emotional challenges that we vowed would never arise between us, akin to the familial dynamics we...

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little things today lets use lots of words to say little things we can lay four-word sentences beneath paragraphs and put exclamation points in places normally reserved for commas we can say ‘tuesday’ several times and call dandelions beautiful we can wonder why ‘morose’ is not a color and accentuate the wrong part of three-syllable words lets use lots of words to say...

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You’re the kind of beautiful that feels like it belongs in a poem — soft, powerful, unforgettable. You’re the kind of person that makes others believe in magic again — not the kind in fairy tales, but the real kind, the kind that lives in rare hearts like yours. You have this way of making...

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You’d recreate a military hero? Macarthur, maybe? Nimitz? Pershing? Sherman? Or would you choose a leader from the past? Suppose you went for Mussolini – Nero – (I can’t remember what they called that German): but stuff like this is happening today - (the things that they can do with DNA!) One rumour is, we’re getting Ethel Merman! You’d vote for Conway Twitty?...

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In a world that has become so hugely angry and confusing…. when we truly do not know what tomorrow will bring…. shouldn’t we more than ever try to find… the joy in little things....

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New day dawn palms up After the dark Bird's praising God sparrows, robin's and meadowlarks Early spring new day air Whispers In my ear Selah For His purpose Glory Hallelujah Things change Things change In abundance for abundance Radiant Things change Things change All new, renewed In Jesus name Things change 4/16/25 Written words by James Edward Lee...

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Almonds were enjoyed, and the nuts were crushed with a rock Sleep in peace, our father, my mentor, our provider Peace among the Angels, we will continue to cherish those fond memories. Evening tide will go down with you constructing your pig pen Greatness was defined by your achievements throughout your younger days Shall we evoke feelings of...

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Why do I come back time after time, day after day? Every time I fail, I keep telling myself I will rise above. At this point, it might be a lie. Why, oh why, I want to cry out. So full of doubt. These words I spout. Why do I stay day after day? Why do I stay when things don't go...

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Hold your head up high and put on a happy face. Good things are coming your way. Call it what you will be it karma, fate, or grace. Good things are coming your way. Don’t tell me that the future’s looking bleak. Don’t say that life has lost all its mystique. Don’t sit there on your duff and just complain. Find the...

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We walk the same road every day You walking one way and I another We need rarely to ever speak when we pass because we can read each other’s looks What is never said speaks the loudest We know what is there, and what is not You poke at me and I play along I get silent and make you wonder if...

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You asked, "out of everyone, why me?" I know the answer now, maybe. They come to me, drawn in by the way I’ve been existing. They compliment the things they can see. but none of it matters, it never did to me. Because I know, deep down, they don’t really see me. Not like the way, i let you see. And I hate that. I...

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