Transpires Poems - Poems about Transpires

... I have strong faith I like to share, as do my friends. We’re well aware of what transpires when breath is nil when Death has come with silent chill. Thoughts of the end may bring despair. ......

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...There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of my heart,piece by piece Every time my foot steps on the grass, green......

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... "Under the Mulberry Tree within the boughs of majesty a dream transpires" [] For now she lie silent the winds have all but ceased the ending of relentless rain has birthed......

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...Shayna Punim - You came a long way baby! Though negligible communication now transpires between us twenty seven years ago come February fourth, two thousand and twenty five, our lives (affect......

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... In the gelid that transpires Of the wreckages of the bombed town Two children, brother and sister, With no house and family Step into the stones of collapsed houses Playing no more and smiling......

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...{"This heavy humanness she burdened inside, Sent electrical shocks through her body, she would weep silently with a fist pressed up against her maw with her eyes evidently glistening nobody would......

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...|We Who Allow devotion to end us. {"My stability, our integrity, transpires to be poaching down into a gap of nothingness. I would coincidentally praise myself for not ceasing to function as a new......

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...unknown like undress into a once was state tangle ~ to become ~ risk unbecoming... lightning bolt struck skull constricted round to oval then forgotten - of course......

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...One’s existence sustains uncertainty, disruption subsequent to such functionality. Proceeding reality as my own assessment, despite that it might get unpleasant. What transpires within this b......

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...It could be my paranoia, perhaps my curiosity, Its intensity, leaving me with 1 of the 9 lives, yet i still yearn Do i use the soft or hard brushes, in stroking the canvas of scenarios tha......

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... I've always been bothered by that old saying that we should accept things we cannot change. It should also say, "and things we can't rearrange." A friend suggested we should be content wit......

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...Emancipation proclamation from Samson fixation Otherwise titled deep into my fiftieth year of passive aggressive rebellious puberty. Yes, I chickened out getting a haircut yesterday August twen......

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... Written: June 5th, 2024, For Jay Narain Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your smile awestruck me every morning, Truly ambrosian and quiddity display style.......

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...Then: The sun rises. My world is small. Everything has yet to happen. One day, I'll go to school and learn important things - Like my brothers - I wish I was a year older. I wonder, "who am......

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...Owls fly back toward the dark. I hear the phantom tread of first light, the tramp and scurry of predators and prey passing, this way and that through the in-between. Those who watch from the......

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