Third Poems - Poems about Third

I sometimes wonder if I’m meant to be a third wheeler In friendships, romance, and in the world Standing on the sidelines always dreaming I notice them siting together Her arm wrapped around him; they both smile carefree I close my eyes and wish I was them...

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There was a dreary blip in my life I feared two depressing outcomes The first, hell I separate myself from societal pressures I accept who I am I let go of all that abuse that has kept me who I was I let go of hiding behind a hundred carefully tailored masks Just so one may approve of me But in return I risk...

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Had lunch with a friend And we sat in the shade In a sidewalk arrangement The restaurant made. I live on the east side And she on the west. We meet to catch up At each other’s request. The corner was busy And traffic zipped by. With sirens and buses, I’m not gonna lie, The noisiness level Was blaring and loud, Plus bulldozers rolled As pedestrians cowed. Construction just added More...

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THIRD EYE SPEAKING (Poet’s Note : I’ve uploaded first verse of this little poem on YouTube channel as a short, if you’d like to listen to a read, be welcome : @ghairodanielspresence) I see past present future fluff in a ball of bluff a ghost down the road dressed as Victorian toad speaks through an IPhone on cue about...

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2024.4.28 It was our third and final day trip. We visited AI on The Great Ocean Road. For the first time, you admired the scenery was great, While standing at a cliff, looked down to the coast line. The blue sky reflected on the water, The waves splashed onto the rocks Formed strong collisions then sprayed into the air. I was so excite...

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(Easter Resurrection Song) He rose on the third day, the stone rolled away, The darkness was shattered by dawn’s golden ray. The grave could not hold Him, the veil torn in two, The promise of heaven made faithful and true. He walked out in glory, His hands marked with grace, The wounds that redeemed us, love’s radiant trace. The angels rejoiced, and...

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Rene was composing a bangla song. After decades and motivations distant from a light year, he truly tried. Just with one concept. Photosynthesis is not something photogenic. Certainly not an easy subject, not quite popular that fame is blessed about. "I think you need a break. Simply try an easier path." Shanta wanted to cheer him up. "Let...

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May Australia consider such better times.' When the drumbeat of politics is being played, right into your minds.' When the radios are sqawking.' And beuracrats kiss Babys.' Then get up; onto their stages to hiss.' Each at The other though they all promote the same bizz? Can you hear echos of the lash? The clink of old chain Rings? After...

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Q: Will the third temple to be assembled on the temple mount in Jerusalem resemble any previous temple according to Black Swan and/or on Uptime, on You Tube? A; No, it will only have three seats and resemble a counsel chamber of...

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Our love was about a third of the way to its end. But how could we have known that, my friend? So, we kept going merrily along, thinking that nothing could ever go wrong, till our love was about a third of the way from its end, my friend. ...

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2025.1.31 Third and final formal celebration day. Three main days of CNY, Have peacefully enjoyed by many Chinese. The affluent people will continue Celebrate upto 14 days. The red packets, AngPao or lixi Will be given out to friends and distance relatives. I had given two to BB, I believe he is single and still available. This Sunday, the Lions dances Will be demonstrated in the...

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And the Cross Crying in the cruel wind And they didn’t care While the Truth Waited Silent For the third day. ...

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This my poem is number three ...

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Out on the desert plains lived warriors long ago. They lived their lives, running free, with no place left to go. But they fought their enemies with the instinct to survive. They fought their battles to be free so that they could live their lives. So the warriors fought on forevermore listening to the voices cry. There was no place...

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Where are the bamboo Banana husk, dad's stone chair Mom's vegetable pots. Where are the rice fields Peanuts, peas, potatoes Corn, cassava, sweet and tamarind. Where is my childhood place I look for every sunset Just look out at the simpliest things. Now I have to fill up everything To open up the road, open everything else Why I am not happy at all. This is the...

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