Up Poems - Poems about Up

In memories I can remember The gardener Whose love I cannot stop Despite her String cutting Through transferring A book domain And she leaves me Here wallowing alone And I say I love us To live as twain But she speaks not To my words magnificence And I find myself in a puzzling point She comes from a flowery family And I come from a wilted one She gets everything...

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I fall short Lord..Help me in this challenge of faith.! Help Me to trust you more..I am decieved by my own eyes and Human knowledge..Help me in Jesus name.)...

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The grandfather clock A grandfather clock sat in pride of place in my childhood home I would sit at its base and watch the magical movements of the pendulum I would talk to the clock as if were a close friend As I grew older our friendship continued One evening I tossed and turned in bed, sleep eluded tonight laying there...

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Bob Dylan's Song: "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right" Suze's Response: "Thought Twice, You Still Ain't Right" Verse 1 You stitched up your pride in a travelin’ song Said the road don’t lie, so you moved along But the truth don’t rhyme when the reason’s wrong And a record deal don’t keep you warm Verse 2 You made me a mom, but would't...

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Don't know why I couldn't fly When I had the wings and all, Don't know why I didn't try Was I much too afraid to fall Teetering on the bridge that day Arms outstretched, toes to the edge, Then again, who would jump anyway From such a treacherous ledge Looking down from an incredible height My last breath caught in...

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Thank you for every laugh, And for every smile, Thank you for every tear, You made it all worth while. Thank you for the memories, The good and bad, Thank you for making me happy, During all the times I felt sad. Thank you for being here, And getting to know me, You saw the person, That you knew I could be....

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Arms like tiny windmills spin through morning air. Aiming, she builds pathways?deep within her mind. Another swing flows onward like waves upon the shore. Awakening intention burns?as neural roads unwind. Reaching past reflexes like butterflies from cocoons. Rhythmic movements carve?the skills she'll always find. Object permanence sparkles bright like diamonds in her sight. Orchestrating muscles smooth,?her future self designed. Hand-eye coordination weaves like...

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May is the season of Rain droplets of soft note tapping rhythm into my coat tip— tap. tip— tap. she walks with me and starlight for a silent talk midnight May is the season of Rain I watch her dance as sun sinks beneath the fence— tip— tip— ...

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Bartender, bring me a Pink Fuzz in a tall frosted glass It's going down velvety smooth so cold refreshing and citrusy love its grapefruit aftertaste that lingers on the tongue It makes my head feel light it's magical and so delightful brewed to perfection achiveing mild intoxication Pink Fuzz a celebration in a glass cheers ~ summer is finally here !!...

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You didn't want to help me reassemble The puzzle pieces of my broken heart. You didn't want to see how we resemble A couple turning the page for a new start....

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The say we are free but, our is hearts is at consciousness. Thou mind is travelling the universe looking for freedom. Hope is lost through the environment. Our hearts are playing with fire, thou hateness is among us. Why the colour of our skin try to define us. Why our souls can't live with peace where freedom is available. Hope...

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Hearts of spring come and tell me where you have been, your faces are moist and pale, and life is tough over there, come and share this moment with me and regain your energy.Nature has been cruel to you and it has tested you through and through, but wisdom has save your life and the...

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Why does the sun sympathize with the man in the black shirt who is delirious with success? That looking at the window is the door to all happiness For him, an effective way to achieve this is with a pair of shoes And put the gold in his shirt pocket The sun was at my toes as...

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Whispers Beneath the Cemetery Is love undead? Is love fate? Is love just holding on— a ghost that won’t abate? Does death mean I must give up on us, let go of what was? I stare at your grave— hours slipping by— Will you resurrect? Will you rise or die? A strange peace lingers— a burden I can’t lay down, The silence, the stillness— haunting and profound. I feel you...

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I once took my mother’s pearls and wore them to kindergarten. I wanted to look like an Adult— a word now bitter on my tongue. In playgrounds, we believed in monsters— now we drink with them, learn their masks, mirror...

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