Turn Poems - Poems about Turn

From pitch black to being the pitch in battle From self-destruction to self-love A touch of faith yesterday planted the seed He heard my cry from the heavens above Today feels better because of the turn Back in the race with handy upgrades I needed dead-head pruning like rose bush No victory exists without the blood of crusades I bow my head...

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My eyes swerved to someone magnified my attention, mesmerized in hyponsis, felt like popping of faries bubbles down my mind, couple of ladders to my comprehension, I'm sliding smooth but hasty, like adrenalin, caught off guard. Smelting of this cold layers on my motion, lays softness to my curiosity Thought future was fate determined, yet this here shreded my expectations, I...

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I want to be heard I want to be listened to But not if I have to compete for attention If it's my turn Let me hold the microphone Let the spotlight shine on me I don't ask for much No standing ovation required Just a nod to show you heard AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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The sun my awakening a strip of asphalt shimmers off somewhere in Nebraska hundreds of miles from home. Sandhills seen for the first time I look at them with eyes of a child but my body aches as life springs forth from underground streams. Center lines are being painted an arduous day of work promised it always arrives too soon but serene skies stretch to endless horizons. My...

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Pages turn, as new cycles start, Agree with our Maker, hear His heart. In our daily solitary space, Step beyond and hear the sound of the race. See anew, learn to relate afresh, If doubt remains, do not rush! Press in prayer, let persistent faith arise, And watch the impossible vaporize. Reposition our hearts, stride onwards ahead, Claim the inheritance for which we were...

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I’ll admit I’ve Thought About it The moment where The ground underneath my feet Reverses My life An old film strip Burning up after the last breath With the weight Embedded to my bones Of mere existence Leaking from My skin Like bubbles racing to the surface Sharp points Of windshield glass Like freckles on my face Numbing...

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One O'Clock Jump the song need a Steg to helps break up the monotony Dichotomy she spoke of days where he was truly in love. It was 8:08 she said. i remember cause I was snapping my fingers to the groove.I loved the sound. "Oh" I said speaking of the what she just mentioned. I felt foolish: she was speaking of a...

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Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout.. About alternative attitudes..generations.. Scream at different altitudes & latitudes.. Venerate mandarins sins.. Generate pernicious vicissitudes Vicious avaricious machinations.. Celebrate nations chagrin… Pander to propaganda spin.. AI garlanded reputations.. Cohorts in suits cavort in cahoots.. Kiss or diss..the abyss Hiss of mis-information bliss.. Arrests..capitalist corporate conquests...detests protest.. Well got egregious prior & previous.. SO Whatever your hue or world view.. We know what's wrong..doesn't belong Deliriously daring to...

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Intro Turn a popstar into a metal head… I’ma change the game/ Have a popstar rocking to guitars and bass… make ‘em bang/ Verse One Popstars get tired of hearing that tune/ So they turn to metal heads and now they wanna rock/ With the best, and who the best, we the best/ We the best like a D.J. Khaled track/ And I...

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What once was made to be wrong; now can be made to turn out right. What once was wrong can be made to turn out to be made alright. What once was siding with the Left; is now siding with the Right. What once was sinking into the darkness is now shining in the light. What once was darkness;...

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At every turn of life, I've left things half done, Sometimes on the path to success, other times at the threshold of silent ruins, Destiny has always held my hand, like a mother protecting her child, But I, a rebel with a wandering heart, have always found solace in unraveling. Like an artist leaving their painting unfinished, colors still...

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When I am dead, all the things I wrote, all the things I said, that made you criticize, irritated and distressed, made you uncomfortable in your heart and the head, will become dearer, be the sorrow a real good measure, will bring tears if you let the thought stand nearer and will turn into love instead. The love that I wanted and you did not understand. (27.03.2025)...

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nested questioned purchasing the opinion of learning theology, profession!! that i may decieve thy goodies believe my suppper platoon, obligations if capable of escape hatch plan with ^ find science method of acting, ahh gold please greatest gratuities and salute many drunk prostitutions for the husbandry laws various diplomatic african anglo appointments satire? still not confident in job mask next trimester suppresion clinique...

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Every dollar that I spend Is one less for you in the end Think about that concept friend It's not that hard to comprehend...

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she born without determinating answer early morning let downs chasing down generations of pity kid hangs out to learn with me tasking,tainted towels she lite, ask bite next day, same height knews flew up through her at a frame unpainted suits, remain inner prisoners she bleeds harmony scars spoons in mixtures confluence unoptions ate it...

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