Two Poems - Poems about Two

"There are potential regrets we can detect and may reset; regrets we see coming but dumbly keep strumming; and regrets that boom immune to any choosing tune." ... Poet When Mom sat me on the ground, oh, meow, what fun I found. Loved the outside but I want in more, so I call and rub our door. Where's...

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As the presented light peered to cross the meadows yawn the timbre of the winds hollowness plied through the forest arches low to high as daring darts two squirrels did fly to here and there if only to dine upon the seeds of which they-had in mind. Against the grass she howled once more to twist...

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Such a perfect night, the kind I’ve been dreaming of, Falling hard, so fast, but I’m still craving more. Your arms wrapped around me, feel that summer breeze, The urge, so strong, to touch—on your neck, I whisper, “Please.” Close your eyes, and smile, paint a perfect fantasy, Escape in these tender moments, your breath on me… it’s ecstasy. If this...

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Not only leaving is cheating, But acting like giving false hope is also cheating. In this world, soft-hearted people suffer more, Because intelligent people can use them for their needs. You can survive by fighting people, But you can't survive by fighting your own mind. When time mocks, no one stays with it, And when time favors, no one can...

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Napoleon had his Waterloo I had mine, in a water closet too...

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2 Small Copper Coins Under the sun, an old lady stood in line. She had to wait her turn, she didn’t mind. She was alone with not much to say. She was a poor widow that never complained. In front of the line stood the rich giving very little. I like this verse because it...

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Written: May 12, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand ************************* layers of my identity are— deceptive caught in our ...

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Obedience and respect are probably both an obsolete word Disrespect from children and wives, is what I’ve heard If you think this was written by a non-thinking fool I double dog dare you to substitute teach in a grade school Better yet, find a wife and tell her how it’s going to be I can guarantee you will get at...

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We could cure all man's diseases, but we couldn`t cure humanities sickness. So I`ll bring back history's greatest minds, to rescue ourselves from these dark, dark days the gloominess caused by the mistrust of today. As life crumbled, it was surrounded by the worlds decay, Conflict: male vs female; a war between the sexes, a hatred without an end. The seeds of this...

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On a table for two I see an open love letter Besides that lay three roses Two champagne glasses standing Besides a bottle of champagne Around them are scattered round chocolates I hear a romantic song softly played That throbbed my heart as I listen The light atop the table adds romance It was special to see in every eyes It's solemn, waiting a...

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Two types of pain: The pain that hurts Pain that change you....

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There’s something mysterious; I hope it’s not serious: my muse will not write when I row. She’s no river daughter; it’s time that I taught her that water and words can both flow. Bereft of her musing, the rhymes are confusing; ideas just don’t spring to mind. Who cares where she’s headed? My abs are now shredded; my lats and my quads well defined! Alas, to entreat...

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Pirate girl adopted the parrot, for it was great company They traveled on her clipper ship out to the biggest sea Sometimes they danced and sang, the parrot on her knee Happy as two best friends could ever be if you ask me...

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reversed and reformed repost edit. once before humans walked the earth. before Adam and Eve before the trees and the air we breathe there was one- one physical body with four legs four arms and two heads as well as one soul accompanied by one heart. as full of love and self as they could be....

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The quiet in the house is a different kind of quiet now. Not the hush of sleep, or the stillness before a game. It’s a heavy blanket, smothering the corners where her laughter used to bloom, where her humming filled the kitchen like a warm, familiar song. Austin Kyle, the older one, tries to be the man. His small shoulders...

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