Title Poems - Poems about Title

He can't wait to move out since he's grown up- but the problem is that he has no car and has no job (Is it a catch twenty-two?), he's wise enough to understand that he cannot live as a freeloader be forever dependent on his parents he's a grown man not a little boy problem is he has no car and has no...

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Just how could no one, not understand this Why is the world so full of uncaring greeds Will we ever realise the earth more than this It can always provide everyone's own needs What we leave behind tomorrow is our choice Sharing the earth bounty should be the choice Was there ever a reason to steal this land There's too much that...

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A bond like ours is like a bud, Innocent with no identity to mud or blood. A bud is small and delicate, It describes our bond as I dedicate. A flower bud is fragile and vulnerable, Giving our bond a name is unreliable. A bud has full potential for growth, So is our bond and must be nurtured by both. Let's not rush...

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He is one of if not the most beautiful man, yet so brutal. In the presence of his variants, all resistance is futile. He's heroic in one, yet tragic in multiversal......

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The calm, the eerie still before the storm Nature herself supports this, this crime is one approved by God That's what he tried to wrap his head about, certainly with no luck Strange enough, he knew still that it had to be done Days went by and by in quick rapid succession His thoughts started to linger, to...

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hummingbird creating romance takes early flight ...

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A dark and empty template, a conscious friction, echoing silently within the void, the unknown anticipation of 0 to 1. Trillions of spiralling embers, scattered in freefall. The consequence of divine loneliness. The internal workings of infinite energy. ...

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Easy Pleasing Title Please So Simple, I Own This: I Remain At The Fringes Of Wherever I'm At. I Adapt... Like A Squirrel Chasing A Cat. -Gray Squirrel 05-09-2025...

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Insurance took my therapy away Can't cross a busy street without help Have severe post-traumatic stress All I can do right now is write Struggle to sleep at night I feel so lonely No one to trust Low income People Starve ...

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Thank you for this dance, This chance to experience, You from a distance. Resistance the tool, Used to teach a fool, A universal school, Guiding the pool. Grab a stool and sit, Get yourself ready for it, You're about to get hit. Get that fire lit, It's come time to use it, Darkness sits all around, Burn it to the ground, So only truth is found. Now you're safe and...

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I wish I could make you leave as fast as you arrived. But if I could do that I would not be me. 5 days in and I knew you meant something. 10 days in and you were all that I wanted. A month and a half in I asked on a whim. A month and a half out I...

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A poem without a title was written, based on an undeniable feeling. In that moment I was simply smitten. This couldn’t have been typewritten the way my mind you kept consuming. A poem without a title was written. Without a box for musings to fit in my unprepared heart was left reeling, in that moment I was simply smitten. Allowing the words to...

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Where do you work, what is your career? Well, I'm glad you asked, I have many titles it would appear. I'm proud of these titles, non of which require a degree. One of my favorite titles is mom of three. I'm a homemaker, a cleaning lady, a chef, and a maid; a run the monsters away when they are afraid. I'm...

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Thrust in the centre of the storm Light and shadows tease Mulberry trees and butterflies Reflections of the past Visions of the future Prisoners of Poetry Seven beautiful lines Swimming in grief’s dance of death All I could see was you The echo returns not A loyal love fades Its voice unheard ...

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~ Born on this rock with a diaper and mittens, hard to the touch but so soft in its feel Crawling along like a dragon with kittens, purring out fire, if that could be real Laid in the sun under cloud cover sharing, offering thoughts in a dark shade of gray Promising rain, during drought, oh so daring, maybe at night but not...

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