Visited Poems - Poems about Visited

“Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.” - Walt Whitman Once visited by pain, I begged for it to leave me be, but it enjoyed its stay. Merciless it was and unrelenting until one day as in my bed I lay. . . I’d gone to sleep; my bed became a boat surrounded by the dreamy blue of sea. As if by...

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Called on the fallen Now buried by the way I stood in the rain On a grey, stormy day Flags hung on the posts And fluttered in the breeze I bowed low my head Then knelt down to my knees Thought I heard the words Of stories long gone by Echoing from hills That rise to touch the sky The ghosts of the past No longer cry in...

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the past revisited He was going back to his home in a tiny village from where people congregated living close together and professed to hate it, the absence of war had cost the country dearly, and unemployment was high, like the enforced idleness had made people apathetic there were no cars on the road, petrol was...

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Visited the Whitney* For the Hoppers – what a treat! A gathering of works with which Few artists can compete. Yet in a separate little room A different treasure lay – A film of “Calder’s Circus” With its figures on display. For Alexander Calder, He of mostly-mobiles fame, Put together, out of wire, And deserving of acclaim Every animal and acrobat That we’d expect to see At a...

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A mourning dove appeared one day on my window sill He looked in, aghast, as he saw me taking a vitamin pill I stopped midway and looked back at him as he cooed in protest “You can leave right now” I said, “you dirty bird you’re not an invited guest.” He cocked his head and stared some more looking...

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Jesus came and he visited me He wanted to see my Christmas tree But it was only Spring The doorbell didn't ring Though I did give him a smile with glee He had jiggled the door handle 'told him he'd have to remove his sandles He walked in the room Where I hastily broomed I offered him tea as a gamble This limerick makes no...

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I would say she was a ghost It was past midnight on that chilly night When Momma appeared at...

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Of all of the beautiful seasons, I like summertime the best. As with blooms, greenery, and bird talk, it is richly blest. When comes dazzlingly warm weather, life moves out of doors, For the gardens we vacated in winter, are blooming as before. Days are long and beautiful, and the nights sultry and black; Like a being lost in the...

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Stimulus check(up), visited mine local gastro-intestinal economy Around high noon today March 19th, 2021 fecal impaction I did plaintively croon until effect courtesy amitiza, which prescription medication (in short a laxative) served as amazing grace saving boon. Once activated - impossible mission to suppress strong urge to excrete, linkedin, kickstarted and coaxed soon after swallowing medicament 'course yours truly needed to defecate while taking shower and washing hair which...

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It visited me at last, The one which I loath to call on, Even for my worst enemy, Like a plantain stem fallen on its sword on bed. Trembling,shivering, Unable to walk, unable to sit, unable to think, Unable to breath, Oh! the tip of my tiny hair follicles, crying song of pain, sure, I will come back strong, But can't vanish without a note, Goodnight PS, At least...

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I often visited my grandparents when I was a child then whispers of Grampa's death left me upset Gran struggles with the garden, overgrown and wild unkempt flowers and ferns won’t win a prize rosette! I stay at Gran’s house during the long school holidays we often sit outside on the porch until late at night Jasper, the old collie dog,...

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THE NIGHT THAT RABBIE VISITED ME One night in spring I couldn't sleep I heard knocking on the door I got out of bed, walked to the window to have a peep ..what I saw made me gasp, and nearly fell to the floor. A gentleman stood there ...

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An angel came to me last night As I slept in my bed, In my dream I asked her, "Why have you visited." She said " I come to offer comfort I come to ease your pain. I come to quell the sorrow, And the grief that you retain." "Your loved one she is safe In heaven, there she waits. In God's good time...

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Today I wrestled with the beast. Thought of suicide And the solitude it would bring. From a window I watched the snow fall And I was envious of its simplicity. How it could make even the ugliest of things look beautiful. I prayed to the Gods and asked them if they could make this madness that Raged and burned inside me beautiful...

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I hope my title won’t shock you For my words are perfectly true No I wasn’t seeking a roll in the hay ... I visited a brothel in ancient Pompeii Lupanar is Latin for brothel And its translation is wolf den The ladies were known as 'she wolves' Lupa is the word used to describe them The Lupanare had...

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