Using Poems - Poems about Using

I’m told the pen’s mighty and outwits the sword but my finger is stronger and won’t be ignored. It pokes and it swipes and it rants in a roast then it quickly DELETEs to disguise my last post. Though swords, they can cut, and pens, they can shame the press of a button initiates flame. All humor aside, I’ll admit it’s...

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Oh, how fearful of the word “lovel”,we are! Even between just friends and families. Yet we hesitate to say it? Yes~ people are terrified of that word. I just do not understand. In my case, it means, I accept and honor you fully. How can I not? It does not mean" I am hot to trot." I have and have had,...

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It always did seem On the Wings of a Dream I’d Fly Away with you In My Heart - through Singing Skies and Dancing Waters, for Darling, The Music is You, and The Gift You Are you have been from the start. My Rhymes and Reasons, my divine Aspenglow, Somethin’ About You, I can’t let go. It seems I keep saying Goodbye...

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some poems write themselves in six minutes my last two which I cannot honestly claim took my hands four minutes all together who is using my hands? I am a puppet to their wishes and whims they use me as if I am a mere device....

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He was a child Dark hair, blue eyes Smiling, laughing, delighting He tried not to cry While pain was absorbed By his heart and soul He invited the fear Crimson shadows, doubts Despair and hollow feelings When life turned to dark His light turned down, reflecting All the silent sighs, the blend… Of isolation, remote depression Flowing in the veins Where the needle sent its flame Edging him from the...

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Daddy potato head was using his hoe in a wicked way Chopping up parsley and rhubarb, throwing it past Monday Tuesday did not like it, it is shriveled and dried up he said. Daddy Potato head did not realize he was making them dead....

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Daddy potato head was using his hoe in a wicked way Chopping up parsley and rhubarb, throwing it past Monday Tuesday did not like it, it is shriveled and dried up he said. Daddy Potato head did not realize he was making them dead....

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In the cinnamon noon, Brushing amber leaves scatter, Harvest hues emerge. Honey glow delights, Golden mist cakes the forest, Nature blanketed. Crimson kisses fall, Leaves perform a waltz swirl, Autumn’s love affair. Embers of lost emeralds, Shimmer in the fading light, Secrets of the woods. Like wind-swept whispers, The trees share their ancient tales, Nature’s silent speech. With alliteration, A chorus of sounds plays, Whispering woodland. Metaphoric leaves, Carelessly float, weightless amber, Autumn’s ballet show. Amber...

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Your soft lips make me so glad that I am with you now. When I am in your arms, and you hold me, I feel so good some how. You are the one that I need to be with, its so true. When we are in a room full of talk my ears only hear...

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Form the habit of using a bag: Along the road hide your ugly rag, About the contents of the bag brag, Ready to lies and arguments drag Or would you like Nasty Tongues to wag: The Press you would have loved to gag… Learn to price bag and pick up the bag: Watchers won’t glimpse in your world your lag, Even as you...

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In the land where sunshine kisses the sand, Florida's shores, a technological hand. Through wires and waves, its eyes ever keen, Tracking our steps, in this digital scene. From Tampa Bay's gleam to Miami's bright glow, Smart devices whisper, so the records can grow. Data points captured, where we roam and wander, An unseen web woven, our movements to ponder. Satellites above, their...

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Using the vast ocean, I look deep at the ocean, to drown out the stupidity, I look at the sea, to drown out the violence of young people, The more I look at the sea, a thousand times, the more lucid my soul is, I look at the sea, to drown out the arrogance of talking hyenas, I look deep...

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My friend, cheer up Never lose your cool Act not like a fool Start your first step There is a sure remedy Find it out with hope Hard-work has a scope To hug it, be ever ready Time is very limited Waste it not my dear My words do you hear? Let not duty be omitted Thousand failures may arise No success may be met But, if optimism you...

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there's a bloke i know, who keeps going on about his bowels but besides that, i am attempting a poem which uses meter effectively you know, so it has rhythm and stuff and subtle 'feminines' at the end of iambic pentameter so that it creates something but i haven't got the time for this like watching a peter jackson movie, sitting there in the cinema,...

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I have no voice to tell Seems like I am under a spell I hear Sounds that fascinate me And would like to know where they come from I want to explore the world with you For I know the fact that new Spring comes with bright wonder Pretty sight of its blooms makes me ponder On the smell of natures’ wonder I want...

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