Twenty Three Poems - Poems about Twenty Three

As you prepare for twenty-three, We see the man you've come to be, With so much grace and so much light, You always soar to a greater height. Throughout the times, big and small, The joys, the wins and every fall. They made you twinkle like a star And spread your light so very far I wish to see how high you fly, And...

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It’s 2023 and the war between the sexes has reached a fevered pitch Maybe it’s what they call 3-D chess But whatever, the boundaries have shifted Blurred and literally merged Or at least now we pretend they have As the enemy storms the gates And being given the key to the city Finds she/he/they/it safely ensconced within. Someone recently told me I don’t...

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Flapper Shirley Shively sighed and thought, how could she? She'd love to do that hootchie-kootchie dance, but would she? Though the boys she loved to tease, She was, sadly, quite obese. Surely Shirley Shively shouldn't shimmy, should she?...

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Balmy january fifth two thousand twenty three pardon moi as I self plagiarize with slight modifications cuz following words written at least an Earth's orbit ago exhibits pearls of jocularity. I ran than jumped high into the upper atmosphere like a faux young American landing on the lunar surface frisky buck naked and bare no matter weight of world and personal woes oppressive, yours truly shrugged, (she loves...

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Twenty-twenty three ushers in the New Year with a love of nature. Bringing in a sense of normalcy and relaxation garnered by oak trees. Vulnerable, but kind, she is pure as clean water and new mushrooms. There is no urgency about her. Unhurried, she flows as a light breeze. Twenty-twenty three’s cupid brings innocent and purity to the earth. Closer...

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Dream with the power of one thousand Moons.....

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From crawl to walk The changes I see but life's so hard and there's silly me A quarter I live yet clueless still What is life? Ahead of me Reflection in the water blur by life's touch Steady behavior There's no thing as such Growing through living My newfound fancy A glimpse of light 'cause I'm almost twenty-three...

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Believe or not I'm really only twenty-three Look old for my age, had a rough life you see In spite of my trials Have no rivals Stunning and admired, can't believe my esprit...

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When I was blonde and twenty-three The world held open doors for me The streets would speak, they were my friend I thought that love would never end Scarlet lips on sunset kisses Promised all that passion wishes Mirror friendly faces glowed I sought the life I thought was owed When I was wise and forty two There were so many things to do No...

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Believe or not I'm really only twenty-three Look old for my age, had a rough life you see But in spite of my trials Really have no rivals Stunning and admired, can't believe my esprit...

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Wonder how many breaths we take in a day So I looked it up and here's what they say 23,000 is the big number 8.5 million a year, what wonder Roughly 675 million if you live to eighty (at 82 I'm working on 692m)...

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Welcome friends, time for an education let's digest what Mark 9:23 is; "...all's possible," even for your imagination "...just believe," and you won't miss. You see, Jesus told this young man that all's possible if he can believe; just keep your prayers ready at hand even if you want to visit the Tel Aviv. See, believing isn't just saying "I believe", one must visualise,...

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Looking back in time the reality strikes home, age slips forward unnoticed and in the blink of an eye time has passed and we are standing looking back. Youth was a deception barely lasting a moment, todays slip away, breaths and heart's beating too fast then taking in the years lost, we wonder what did we ever know at twenty...

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I have been counting the days and nights, 23,427 so far, no two exactly the same just as no two snowflakes precisely duplicate a common design structure. Having received over 23,000 days and nights to get my act together, this day, right now, culminating my entire story line about how I came to become communicating and miscommunicating and sometimes discommunicating here and now as mindful organic bodies...

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Married 13 days You break your left leg again and restart the pain...

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