Too Poems - Poems about Too

Because I have felt sadness too, I know what it means to go through a day without a smile, without words, just remaining in silence, and sometimes that is enough, because I have known loneliness, I know how heavy silence can be, how you can feel invisible in a crowd, like a wandering cloud in a clear sky, because...

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I THINK TOO MUCH I think too much of what has been I should let my heart rule the day And treat it as a movie scene I think too much I’d let those thoughts just blow away Nor ever work out what they mean Keep a settled mind, some might say A sharp edged blade may be too keen But still cuts deep,...

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It's too beautiful within your soul, like a garden blooming under clear and endless skies, It's too late within my thoughts, where the shadows of memories lie like a veil of silk, We share the same secret, a dance of dreams entwined in the silence of the eternal night, But no one knows until when, for time is...

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The city speaks in static not loud, not soft, just indifferent. It hums beneath the sky's neon bruise, where overpasses arc like broken spines above rivers of unmoving faces. I wait for nothing at the pedestrian bend a chipped corner where the dust gathers like the memory of a voice I haven't heard since home. The gum-stained cement remembers me. The railings dull with a thousand...

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I’m of the liberal limousine set Voting for Cortez for POTUS, you bet ~ Wait! She’ll outlaw fossil fuels And I can't drive or fly mules ~ ...

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Be careful with kindness, don’t give it away.. Too much of it leads the heart astray. It’s not always ego when drawing a line.. Sometimes it’s courage.. a much healthier sign. In the end, it’s just you in the fight.. So guard your peace, and sleep well at night. Things will shift and people will stray.. Be true to yourself, and don’t...

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I'm really much too young to get old Something's drastically out of whack I'm still this handsome, charismatic stud Why's my body giving me flack? A strange bump just formed on my neck Don't think it was there yesterday My hair seems a bit thinner and greyer But I'm still young in all other ways My body is falling apart, bit by bit Takes...

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Contest: What makes you smile 2 Sponsor Karen Jones Date 22/6/25 ___________________________________________________________ When my day has been pretty tough, And I have been dealing with lots of stuff, I know I will be smiling upon my return. I'll receive the best greeting anyone could earn. His little whimper telling me he was all on his own. I smile...

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Story of pat, Can you hear the sirens? The old mans values engulfed with burning lust of minors, Patrick’s family left in suspense & deprived, Waiting to hear news, if their son is alive. Peter 5:8 of the bible reads the devil walks among us, I have met him in a house on fifth street living just behind us, Across the road...

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Each petal cuts me in my sleep— you call it soft, but I bleed every time I touch it. The mirror doesn’t cry with me anymore. Only the fog stays. It hums like a swallowed scream. ...

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Like herbicides and pesticides and other chemical deterrents advertized to keep certain foods looking perfect and free of any blemish or defect will in time (like any other crime) increase the grower’s wealth but decrease the consumer’s health. The result? World-wide suicides offering the only sane alternative to suffering. ...

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One man destined for greatness The Struggle Fight for Civil Rights Battle with opposition Realign the divide of Separation Determination for Freedom Constitution for all Races Civil Rights march Strong Advocate Figure Dignity Pride Believing and Understanding How it relates to CUNY MEDGR EVERS COLLEGE Opportunity Education advance Being given a chance for high learning Excelling in one’s goals Theory into concepts Preparation for success Medgar Evers College being alum with their story...

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Maybe I was too much— too loud in a world that whispers, too present where absence feels safer, too eager where waiting kills quietly. Maybe I sent the first message because silence scared me more, because every ‘seen’ without reply felt like a door slowly closing on my chest. Maybe I asked too many questions— not because I doubted, but because I needed to know if...

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Too Much to Handle** These days, I find myself captivated by TikTok, spending hours scrolling through its endless stream of content, even more than I indulge in writing my poetry. Ouch! It feels like a betrayal to my creative spirit. My body is not merely flesh ready to be consumed; it’s a sacred vessel, a fortress...

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"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon" The song is sacred her heart broken black and doomed You see the sun set upon her head making mockery For her newborn was stillborn oh the hypocrisy Her song was supposed to reach God and bless hearts Instead it was one of agony and silver suffering sobs The light...

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