This Poems - Poems about This

"Penned in words of sorrow and pain, I walk through this cemetery of the silent unheard" ...

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you're playing with a line that must not be crossed lest it will irreversibly ruin friendship as we know it...

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. i know i said this before yet i'm fix'n tuh say ...

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We got this We got this Even We feel like we don't Giving up is not an option Even when you feel it, you won't Because you grounded In God He will help you When things get hard He's waiting for you to speak Open your eyes It's time to seek Seek his love...

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When Will This All End? The world is at war with no regret. What kind of civil war is this? Nothing ever changes. Leaders are restless. Another missile in the sky. Another person will die. No meaning of this. Leaders will never quit. Always something to prove. Another bullet goes through. Never ending death. Another...

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In 1773 the sun never set on the British Empire so goes the story now the 'Teatime Islands' crumbs of Great Britain’s former glory but as the moon rose over the White Cliffs of Dover standing guard at the Gateway to England ramparts the enemy to forestall if the ravens left the Tower of London the kingdom itself then would fall and Britain would...

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There is one thing that I will always miss. It is the first time that I received a heavenly kiss. I was so down and out, I just wanted to go. But God determines when, and his reply was No! "I know the plan that I have for you. Just trust in Me and I'll see you through!" A weighty presence...

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Maybe all this time I have never loved anyone, Even God above—but I asked Him to change my personality into a wise and loving human being, And prevent me from wasting something rare, So that I don't feel lonely anymore...

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Let's put a smile on this tired face, which has long forgotten what it means to be alive and serene, It won't be the first, nor the last, just another borrowed mask in a world that worships illusions, This world feeds on your sorrow, like vultures circling above a wounded heart, And when you dare to smile, even...

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Silence, like a glass thrown up in the air Then exploding, its shards like a nagging echo Raining on a heart, and it's so unfair To bleed for love that is not there... Is there, Through this weary way of silence, I must go. I would turn around then I would not turn around, Your smile and glances...

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Just a place to be prominently the premise is such a mess disarray such a man contracted testament I am a picture in His plan I am my Father’s voice Set to words caretaker of this earth 5/24/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025...

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You don’t owe me anything. That’s the difference now. You're not asking. I'm not hinting for less. No one is dressing it up as metaphor. But I did leave something where you’d see it. Not a trap— more like a record that could be interpreted as invitation. Of what? Of how long the echo held after your part went missing. That’s all. I won’t chase it. I won’t rephrase. But if something...

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A senior moment experienced by this drip... awash with intermittent amnesia. Scant number of minutes elapsed... before I forgot whether yours truly took another dose of glycopyrrolate ingested as a palliative prescription medication addressing the issue of palmar hyperhidrosis -- excessive perspiration of palms of hands, an unpleasant physiological symptoms afflicting me more than three fourths of my threescore and six years or more specifically sixty six...

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We will learn how to harmoniously dance this new dance. May misstep each other's feet but we can break the tense trance. Eventually we will learn our reasons to happily prance....

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How can we not have this conversation where footprints of the poor vanish beneath the boots of investors, and the river sings only to those who can afford its luxury? In Chobe, the elephants roam free, but people walk caged in poverty. We call it coexistence when tusks are protected, but mothers bury their sons gored near neglected kraals. And no one...

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