Those Poems - Poems about Those

Waste no life to those who don't appreciate you Waste no love to those who don't wait for you Waste no tears to those who don't want you Waste no energy to those who don't need you Waste no words to those who don't hear you Waste no time to those who ignore you Waste no heart to those who give...

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Slept throughout the day, Feels like I’ve slept through my life. Wide awake I lay— It’s just that kind of night. I've become a spectator of my own life, Not a wink, even though I’ve turned off the light. Switching postures, counting sheep, Tried every last bit— I guess...

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remember when we slept >< on the ...

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Identical twins, but only physically: Each has their own mind:-...

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I am a child beneath their sky, A hush of stars, a lullaby— And all the world was built of song Until the night betrayed me wrong. No judge could see the soul I kept, No jury heard the way I wept, They took my name and made a stain, And left me naked and in my pain. The doors were steel, the...

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Here’s to the nights you didn’t say a word Just let the tears fall unseen & unheard. You smiled all day & then broke at night Still woke up early & still chose to fight. Here’s to the jokes you cracked through pain The way you danced in pouring rain. To hugging your pillow like it was a friend And saying you're...

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I met a retired Soldier, I met a retired Doctor, I met a retired Teacher— But I’ve never met a retired Preacher. I learnt what respect truly means, The weight of pain and quiet devotion, The love behind being a soldier— Dying for a nation that might forget you. Even retiring feels like a battle won. The Doctor too saves lives, Sweating with a racing...

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Have to keep the door closed (after that midnight treat) The coyote or wolf far off (too close) Can’t remember the plot (salsa has tightened its grip) upon awakening (not at all sure of that) the widening of the dark I open the door slowly to the shadows (a strange light and likeness) The wild animal is scarier enclosed, inhibited (it tears at my throat, claws my innards - from...

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It was true that I didn't have much ambition, but there should be a place for those without wings, a better place than the usual one, where dreams flow like rivers at dusk, how could anyone enjoy being woken up at 6:30 in the morning by an unrelenting clock, to jump out of bed like a puppet pulled...

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No shame in admitting I love to read your comments And should I think of quitting I LOL at whatever Lawless sent… ‘Course, I’d sure like to get...

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There are many perks to working in a bookstore… There’s the books, the music playing in the background… the wide variety of people I get to meet…. but one unexpected but welcomed perk…are all those baby feet. Parents enter with their babies in strollers…and it’s the parents’ faces I first greet… but before I see the baby’s face…dangling out in...

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She’s afraid of what comes next, afraid that her body will fail her again, afraid that she’ll end up exactly like her parents, distant, cold, and incapable of giving love. They never taught her how to trust, how to love herself. Maybe they never knew how. So, she keeps moving, one...

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No one in these days truly knows just what real love is, Because they were once barely loved by unloving people. Instead of trusting new people, they wrongly deem love as evil. ...

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I was born with a foreign hunger, inherited from the shadows of those who were, they placed a dream in my hand like a shining blade and told me to carve my future, but the metal rusted in my deep sleep, leaving me to waver on paths of mist, now I chase smoke through iron halls, where ambition...

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He is like those April birds, waiting for the passage to sweet summers, after the fragrant spring has passed through their wings. The birds return home, after the winters have departed, likewise, he discovers himself, spreading smiles at the break of dawn. A warm presence like a sunbeam, a true child of summer, his gentlemanly manners, perhaps learned from his mother. His...

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