Those Poems - Poems about Those

Something's happening, that's destroying the world... piece by bloody piece!...

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Blessed is the one unashamed to stand for Christ. I’m not perfect, I’ll never be. But repping Christ ain’t about perfection It’s about running to the well of life, To the one who is perfect, Who is life. He’s the one who gives life, Who shapes broken vessels into his likeness. So come – come with your voice, Come with your gifts, your hands...

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I no longer want to be a child, for those years carry a thick layer of forgotten dust, where every corner hides a room where I learned to forget how to breathe, and memories are like shadows dancing silently on the walls of time. Returning would mean shattering myself on the same silent and cold corners, on the same...

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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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