Tis Poems - Poems about Tis

despite pains and scars whether normal or bizarre ‘tis human we are...

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tis what happens when ya’ be kissin’ the Blarney Stone although I never did~ they don’t wipe between kissers and my wonderful wife said I didn’t need to~ my gift of gab comes naturally ...

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Inspiring ways It was a Poet who wrote People thought the Poet was making a Joke Proven fact, words became illustrate A Journey in determination of partake Poetry is more than just words They are full of emotions like a smooth moving wave Straight into the reading and hearing atmosphere Guided by a Poet’s mind Words that follow align Poets keep it real being genuine Simple...

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They say it gets harder The older you get The loneliness creeps in and often good memories you simply forget It's those yearly reminders of things you once had Memories once made On days you hated in a moment on a day from your past Oh, how I wish I could rewind time Replace a frown with a smile ...

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'Tis not of feline lives we'll speak today, Nor lords of meth-wrought realms bid hold us sway. Regrets we'll face, yet love shall not decay, For life's true joys will guide us on our way. Not false deceits that liberty would bring, But honest toil, our grateful hearts to sing. Though death may loom, our spirits...

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Tis but a shattered star A crystalline tear in the fabric of reality Splintered fragments, a cascade of light. Cosmic dust motes dance in the void Whispering secrets of a universe destroyed. A celestial mirror, fractured and broken Reflecting a world unknown, unspoken. Each shard a window to a forgotten dream Where shadows twist and reality's not what it seems. In the...

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For poems are not but words we thrown together Tormented thoughts confined to metaphor Nor picket fence alliteration Dancing on the edge of passing thought Beware, the creaking gate that bids you enter Pay heed to silent stones soft whisperings Tarry not amid their contradictions Soft shadows shifting with each passing whim Perchance a finely woven tapestry A woven history of living’s lies Unable to...

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Tried to write something philosophical But the strain on my brain was immense Heard something whir then POP Thought to myself, “that can't be good” Felt fine otherwise But suddenly was able to complete Complex mathematical equations with ease Never ever been accused of being a genius before But all of a sudden I was able to figure out The meaning of life among...

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Rearing up before it lies dark shadow cast and block the sky through bitter cold and blazing light even its might now scars are borne slippery grit and loose stones ledges narrow and cracks tight flesh so weak and spirit quakes the one must climb and overcome simple brawn courage strong no sure path nor way marked still set forth and ascend with care probe and errors find else do waves in cold wind crash splay like ice on tender flesh no skill...

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‘Tis better to do Than to wait and decide Or else opportunities Might be denied. To hem and to haw And remain on the brink Gives the pool of cool choices The option to shrink. So get off your tush Quick as age will allow. The future that’s waiting Depends on the now. ...

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Steaming, a cup in hand Piping hot liquid, deliciousness Found on the heavy blend, Sunlight reflections on the glass, Window pane glistening, With its gentle brilliance. Steaming, one cupful of enjoyment, Pleasant like the morning, When the dew drips quietly, Shimmering on the edges of a rose, Blushing, shy – like the sunrise Who beckons from the mountain crests, Portraying the wonder of a dawn When light...

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Celebrate a Holy Birth Around the world on Earth The Joy of family and friends A Holiday not wanting to end Holiday Season voices The season of joy Smiles and laughter Remembrance ever after The smell of sugar and spice The combination sounding nice The raise of glasses in cheers Good tidings in continued preserver Holiday blowing winds The spread of goodness Journey far True meaning of what Christmas is...

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Poppin jays flies on Neon lights Hanker don't whisper ! As the Mighty Oak sways The lavee squirms forward running obtuse The dancers pontificate thought lancing the proverbial boil As an afterthought The pied pipers never pay The rotten beams surrender pulsating dead energy beyond the fold of avarice Tis the season of Arbeit...

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"tis the season" a cicada sizzles in the Summer sun as the day begins another begun some day this will all be done when Fall falls into Autumn...

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‘Tis You’ It’s a tempestuous, wuthering, wuthering day as I set forth exuberant and merrily on my way. I pause to hearken to the symphony of sound as natures harmony plays and swirls all around. Ignited flaming thoughts to fill a love sonnet as I march on and grasp my dishevelled bonnet. Singing with a lilt - the moors copious with heather, I...

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