Want Poems - Poems about Want

My darkest needs never beg forgiveness— they crave a mirror. One that fogs with your touch, not your abandon. ...

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I Shall Not Want A polluted world. Fame and fortune. To be idolized. The car of my dreams. To live outside my means. I shall not want. Be humble at heart. Not to be arrogant. I’m content where I stand. Have guidance through the emerald garden. Don’t worry about tomorrow. Just a few encouraging words....

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Miss my fam most days don't know why.. blame it on the rain, blame it on the sunshine. Trust isn't an issue with me.. usually. Just allow less access 'cause you can't be too careful these days. You have to look.. to find it in a heart it's a game of chance and odds.. so look hard. If you want, or if...

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We think that by keeping busy and having a million and one things to do, the Grim Reaper will walk on by and forget us. By keeping our nose close to the grind, our eyes won't meet and lock on his, meanwhile ignoring the bell that sounds for other unsuspecting souls. In the meantime we keep on keeping our nose to...

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Come on Come on At my newly opened store Om shanti om . Where I want to sell Hill of nothings That occupied almost all Space of my beautiful mind. Om shanti om Tensions and anxieties Hatred and partialities All useless thoughts That disturbs My peace...

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Inspired by The Beatles' song "I want to hold your hand" ....................... A lot still in my mind to say, For you to understand, I pray. See! Close to you I firmly stand, But first, "I want to hold your hand". As I pour out what’s in my mind, Please let our hearts become aligned. Let words flow with joy and with glee. Say it...

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He looks cuddly I want to pick him up and hug him But I have been warned Koalas do not like that At all Part of me still wants to The dangerous part The silly part The stupid part...

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May we be blessed to embrace the irony that the faster our children grow… if we want to keep them close to us… we have to let them go. ...

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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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This isn't what it seems to be. You've lost your self behind thought of me. Relentless, they won't you sleep. Infectious, it's hidden there in your dreams. A shadow strung across the ground, Its longing for another mouth to feed. I told you we should never be. Now look into my eyes while they bleed. Do you want to break my...

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Knowing what you know now about life… from the knowledge you’ve acquired every time you win…and every time you lose… If you could, this moment, determine how to live the rest of your years… which attributes would you choose? Below you’ll find a partial list…for your convenience printed alphabetically… all answers to the question…Who would I like to be? Accepting Beautiful, Brave Compassionate,...

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Inspired by Season 3, Episode 8: Glass Spider, of Covert Affairs. "I want to live for us." ~ Simon (Richard Coyle) to Annie (Piper Parabo). A complicated love story. I want to live for us By Michelle Morris 22/05/2025 I want to live for us To make a Life together I want to feel your touch Know our...

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More than those who swim well, more than those struggling not to drown— I want to meet you, who no longer breathes at the bottom of the water. Rather than those who speak as if they understand, I want to hear the words of someone who truly knows how it ends. Among the living, there is no one I wish to meet anymore— only half-hearted, liars, not even dead. How much water did you...

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I want the windows to face the sea Saw the back of a woman standing near the setting sun The woman wore clothing that pleased God Which makes me happy to see the excitement from here...

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I no longer want to be a child, for those years carry a thick layer of forgotten dust, where every corner hides a room where I learned to forget how to breathe, and memories are like shadows dancing silently on the walls of time. Returning would mean shattering myself on the same silent and cold corners, on the same...

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