Up To Poems - Poems about Up To

For years now I have tried to understand your hate… to find the cause…the reasons… the source from where your anger originates. I’ve tried to understand how much pain and suffering on others you are willing to impart and to ignore. I’ve wondered when and how you began to hate everything that I sand for. I’ve often wonder how you sleep at...

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“Each day drifts to our pile- pray, it's stamped with a smile.” ...

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If it were up to me, if the world would smile kindly upon me, I would retreat to the land where silence embraces the earth, where the tumult in my heart would become a gentle beat, and my mind would learn peace through the gaze of calm and serene life, my feet would caress the tall grass with measured...

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I'm tired of the way the ball always bounces, and of gaining pounds while only eating ounces, tired that for every one step forward, there's two steps back, and that my glass is always half empty because of that crack, and tired of the poetry teacher - who my name perpetually mispronounces....

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Even if you don't achieve the desired result It doesn't matter Because the greatest happiness in life Is not in what you possess But in the process in what you pursue Remember the fragrance of flowers You can live up to this time....

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When jay Townsend Johnson Henry climbed in my windiw searching for my American poetry sending chills down my spine author star Parker was parked awaited this impersonator my poetry wasn't as grand as Robert frost or even Edgar Allen poe I was broken disabled mother retired nursery school teacher from Germany I enjoy folklore poetry...

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i once looked up to you a child only seees things through inocent eyes i looked up to you even afer what you did to the woman i was a reflection of i looked up to you even after the bars closed where youd rest your head i looked up to you when for some reason i had to walk...

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Look up to the sky And question what you see, For there are lines a plenty, Where lines ought not to be! ...

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Grandma goes for her coffee, whilst grandson keeps his eyes shut… —Quote by poet waking up to drop into the sandman’s beanbag sheet shifting with sun ...

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Deep November, a shallow time, nonetheless. The snow is high packed with a cryogenic amnesia. Not yet dawn, a sunken bed muffles rising thoughts. An eyelash of cognizance flits across thawing synapses. Then the elastic nature of sleep and wakefulness snap alive! November is howling still, like a stray dog it scratches at my window - wanting in. For a while intelligence is a thorn in my paw. Outside of the brain,...

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Holding the mirror up to the Truth By Michelle Morris 05/01/2024 I'm decent and I'm kind I do my very best to help others In any situation, I'll rise higher Ensure that God's grace and mercy is covered But I am still (only) human I can forgive but won't easily forget this Because the trauma and hurt goes deep I feel it more because I'm...

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Written: December 13, 2023 ____________________________________________ If the ocean's water were used as writing ink for pens to write down our words of praise the ocean would eventually dry up before it might be put in writing. evil will triumph if the righteous remain silent Inner defect causes blindness success depends on action stand up and...

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When our first kiss up to the heavens soared, An ardent passion swirled around the air. With no sense of time—neither here, nor there— A bond was formed, and faith in love restored. With the kind permission of the good Lord, Our lips softly met with the upmost...

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I woke up in the middle of the night Hoping Santa Claus might be in sight I know my parents thought I was in bed so tight But I heard a thump and I saw a light Crept down to the living room where things were bright A hairy green thing was halfway in my vision, my sight I screamed when...

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Riding the porcelain pony the chemo hershey squirts Not my favorite moments but your inspiration for song  helps me get it along and I come out laughing now I am doing tea and toast for breakfast a banana chaser oh how passe I feel just like a toddler right down to my sore hiney Still I am laughing on the inside and writing on with pride for this too soon...

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