Turned On(P) Poems - Poems about Turned On(P)

Be quiet so you won’t be heard anymore. You might have heard this phrase growing up. Why do people think it’s their job to silence others and stop them from speaking freely? Every spoken word should be heard, like a loud ringtone from a cell phone that signals someone is calling. Everyone deserves to be heard. My...

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We love to listen to the music of the mountains from our cabin… The wind whistling through the trees… The buzzing of the hummingbird wings…the birds’ songs floating on the breeze. So when we took a picnic to our favorite spot on the Parkway (where we’ve been picnicking for 37 years) We were excited as we anticipated in this...

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The salty wind tans my face, smile for miles of shoreline. My feet ecstatic to dip and go into the ebb and flow. I didn’t know it then, how time flies; so glad, so free, so liberating. Just a child running into Melbourne arms. She’s nine, this person I remember. I only remember pure happiness. It is addressed E V E R...

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Heartbreak is rising heat in spring. Summer welded my heart back together, Fall leaves reminded me that time has passed so effortlessly. You’re turning into a faded memory and just another lesson. My weight, smile, and spirit is back into place. Soon enough, love returns back to my mind and soul, but never in the form of you again. I...

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Autumn gold turned grey, We all do, including you, Soul lights fade away.......

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“The darkened sky stole my tears” and left me to face the threat of cancer with deep doubts. Fear overwhelmed me, my tears absentee, dreading the shadows of my whereabouts. Not hiding my bald head maybe was dumb; my plague, the curse of chemo, I abhorred. Then I read the beginning of wisdom is found in the fear (reverence) of...

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If he turned away from you, What a sudden goodbye can do for a dedicated woman who put her trust in a guy with no insight. What really made you fall for him? Was it his charming smile or blind sight that shines light, then turns grim? He seems close, but he's a mile distant. If he turned away from...

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What's man that heaven turned to hell in Eden's garden? It's a tale, as old as time before the flood, before Cain spilled Abel's blood. Subtler than murder, the neighbor grows rich against the miserably poor; with might, the sword then scorns the right, and we're caged away from the light. If light is hid, where goes compassion? If mercy's outmoded old-fashion, then...

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Do I call it an unhealthy obsession? The insanity of my restless mind? A picture-perfect story, unsuited for the frame But would it be too much to ask for? To record every laugh of yours To capture every fleeing second of your frame To hear your voice on an endless loop, To love you a little more and then again...

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Maturity doesn't come with age, but in silence, through each page turned with care, through inner storms that no one sees, where self-knowledge frees the spirit. Not in crowds or in the spotlight, but in gentle moments, in whispered prayers, we don't yearn for the life that shines, but for the one that speaks in subtle and discreet...

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We have turned this entire earth into a senseless graveyard through ignorance and fear, people are afraid to say YES to life, afraid to listen to the deep laws of their BEING, afraid to surrender to the direct experience of life as if to a purifying stream, remaining forever captive in the clutches of cultural conditioning that drowns...

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Radio dials, caught inside turned up. Radio dials slide back down. Radio dials play what shapes us, radio dials make us nostalgic. Radio dials adorn the air, radio dials search for a new song. Radio dials tune in to that voice, radio dials grab us with the first note. Radio dials may hook static radio dials give us some magic! Radio dials, something of...

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"I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins." Lauren Eden home's life expressed through a mom's magic love the tone be it gay or sad slips from the mother's heartstrings engulfing each if the shadows be gray, muted or sunny yellow each child will carry for their whole life love or hate whichever she gives unless somewhere someone or event gives...

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Today I went out into the city with my soul turned inside out, like an old coat reversed, And on streets filled with shadows and lights, people looked at me with curious eyes, As if they had glimpsed a stranger in their own story, a character without purpose, And friends called me, their voices like echoes from a...

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Dusty box of memories, Where I've been visiting lately With no set of boundaries, Just to see you closely Embrace you widely, You who disregarded my love, My sincerity you shove, I became an outcast who lacked abundantly Still I always come back, Before all things turned black, In your arms I used to abide, I was yours set aside the pride. ©?Written Whispers...

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