Think Of Poems - Poems about Think Of

And when you think of forgiveness, let time come to a standstill, Do not rush to seek foreign faces in the mists of the past, Think of yourself as a garden waiting to bloom. Forgive yourself for the dreams that did not take flight under your sky, For the beginnings that never knew an end, For the shadows you carried,...

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What do they think of me Tell me, oh please What do you think of me Tell me, oh please...

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enough! i'm calling your bluff all of us can see so true, yet so hidden from you and these stupid conclusions you cannot make them filled with confusions are you under some illusion? look! you're bruised, this isn't delusion do you really want to turn us to dust? allow our sweet rays to rust? oh.. now i choke on distrust and this new found lust say you...

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You've been away a while, And I still think of you. The fact that you're gone, I can't believe it's true. With so many of these Truly beautiful memories, They make missing you Such an absolute ease. The pain I carry inside Is from you not being here. The time I had you, Each moment I hold dear. Even after all this time, Every night I still pray One...

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You ask me what I think of the sunset: “What do you think?” Nothing. I only see you, And you are more perfect than any sunset on this earth....

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"With every fiber of my being, my eyes glimpse at my whole life gone avail and unjust; the sacrifice mother had made before birth was certainly not enough, wish I had gone through the flames of North Carolina, my lips stretch and plaster a smile as a ritual to deceive the humans to deceive them...

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One thing I’ve noticed when I walk among the trees…is how I’m never bored…. because every new tree that I see is a little different than the trees I’ve seen before. When I walk among the flowers…even those who share a name…. I find no two sunflowers, no two daisies…no two roses are the same. This holds true with...

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A place with real healthy green grass, trees, and flowers variety of wild life free range; all things appreciated A place with clean air, water, soil and organic foods eco-system that thrives with smidgen human interferences A place where food grows abundantly; hording unnecessary healthy selections every destination; no refrigeration needed A place where trees are loved, enjoyed, sang to...

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What Do Trees Think of Us? what do the trees think About us human beings Do they fear humans? ...

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I followed the path That lead away Some unforgotten words They constantly replay In my mind the stratosphere Further on Lie the divine I looked for a sign Standing to my feet Receiving All these memories Where'd you go Slowly manifesting Everytime I think of you Everytime I think of you Oh the blue and the grey If it would start again I'd say is today the day I slowly stand to...

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Who do you often think of? Is it God? Or is it man? Should I think of God? That is a funny question Should your problems be of God’s? Or should your problems be of man’s? The higher One? Or the lower one? You choose Set your mind straight Choose one? Or choose many? Serve God? Or serve man? God can take you far Man can lead you...

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I wonder what that sparrow thinks of me, As it flits so easily from branch to branch on tree, While I’m stuck here earthbound, decried to strut all day. A silly flightless biped with arms that only flap and flay. Humans are naked beasts with clothes worn forlorn except at the beach. Birds are ornately adorned in beautiful feathers, all...

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I think of you quite often, when the rain Falls gently through the tender autumn air, And every leaf, half golden, whispers pain, A fleeting sadness I could almost wear. I think of you when twilight softly gleams Along the river’s silver-threaded edge, Where sunset mingles with forgotten dreams, And night is but a whispered, quiet pledge. I think of you when morning...

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In the abysses of my mind, where shadows whisper and memories dance like specters, I think of you. Of how strong you must be to face all the blue and black guilt, And still let tears of joy shine in your eyes, A paradox of pain and ecstasy, intertwined like the threads of an old tapestry, woven with...

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What fish must think of us fishermen Do they wonder why we annoy them so with wriggling worms on silver hooks invading their waters, we weird-looking schnooks Casting far out in hopes of catching...

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