Turn On Poems - Poems about Turn On

I have told my story before in a different way, long before I became Speaks Volumes. I still consider it original, as new readers may pass it to someone that NEEDS to hear it..... ################################################ "A realisation that no longer was it a duty to rid myself of pain but a duty to others, not...

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I wish we could have justice, not just under the law, but for those who mistreat, use, and deceive us. For those who break promises and hearts with no compunction, no apology. If I could sue you or accuse you in a court of law, with a judge, prosecutor, defense attorney, and jury…If I could rip...

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I'm tired. Mostly of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired. Of being disappointed with society. I'm tired. Of individuals with no integrity. I'm tired. Of greed and corruption. I'm tired. Mostly of being tired....

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Research into the prospective matter Could conclude the beginnings preclusive end. She then saw her wants and desires as need The dophious status of who she sought made me know that the complications was due to her lack of reality. She was bruised from the foolishness of ignorance and refined in the need of belonging. His dumbness proved that the...

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Turn the page, my love By Michelle Morris 26/07/2025 Turn the page, my love Turn the page It's time to change your story It's time for a new space You can pick the main theme You can choose the main characters You hold the power in your hands You hold the magic in your soul You were not meant to...

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That’s not the light you're seeking. Words cannot live with your brain all lit up like that. Let those dark parts of your body, those body-prayers mostly ignored, gift to you a poem. Most of your better images are born in that low-grade radiance of flesh and bone. After the glow you can fill in the gaps but not too much or you’ll cover up what you should...

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I … have courted luck in countless ways against ragged judgments and self-umbrage I still draw breaths, counted and the mirror has been charitable most I meet deem me forty (I’m not about to correct them) my visage betrays scant little of the darkness and damage within oh, it will one day chase me down - no doubt soon enough but I feign my teens in...

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When you leave, turn the lights off— It matters not to me, For I am the last subtraction From the sum of humanity. The stars have blinked their final light, Planets turned to dust, The galaxies collapsing inward— Even silence starts to rust. Religion is a dim memory, A ghost caught in black holes, A story written long ago To comfort frightened souls. There are no children...

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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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