Wasnt Poems - Poems about Wasnt

rising from deep down under we feel bliss in our bones gushing in our veins divine magnetism renewing rapture of joy ineffable so we exult song of our heart effervescence of soul in a rhythm reverberating mellifluous music of the spheres throbbing thus at our very core entwining us with existence dissolving space and time cajoling us to articulate how ripples in the void manifests...

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From the very depths of my inner being I cherish poetry, without the written verse I’d be impoverished as a person, literary projects spur me on to otherworldy epic peaks, an open channel with furtherance from lexicons endowed, golden opportunity for human pathos rich and fair, stomach-wrenching pain, joyous peals of laughter, mental stimulus, visions I adhere to...

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Poetry can be a critical liaison when words are fashioned, that do not please the beholder's eyes. I'm a poet without a pen, weaving woes on a digital canvas. Forgive my rhyme-less heart, I've sinned in murky metaphors, lost in my own sea of thoughts, with 3am rants and riddles, composed in sleepless synonyms from this insomniac mind. But...

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If it wasn't for Poetry Where would I be? I would still be here, but, Not who I am today! Poetry made a way for me to connect, with the one inside that has so much to give. Poetry is my voice when I need to scream or laugh. When fury beats from the inside or love swoons...

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How would I have any idea what I think, if I couldn’t read my own poetry? When I sit to write poetry, my mind transforms the blank screen into a flurry of words and then sometimes a story that I had never heard before emerges. The Hippy era in the 60's was rife with poets,...

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IF IT WASN’T FOR POETRY If it wasn’t for poetry, I’d be free Not a reluctant slave to my muse Yet with just one occasional verse The universe suddenly is focussed Words that singly lacked meaning Can combine and multiply emotion Such that it made one draw breath Seeing a glimpse of something real That would not otherwise be born Nor inspire some unknown reader Perhaps...

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Sharing what we have in common or delineating our differences through the medium of wrought words communicates a compelling narrative - Captivation of beauty, passion of love, kindness of heart, joy of happiness, tragedy of tears, hope of healing, wit of wisdom - the grand gamut of human emotions wouldn’t be shared if not for the language and vocabulary...

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Would you love me if I wasn't a poet I ask you because I do need to know it Something I never dared ask you before Do you find poetry something you abhor. You tell me you love the poems I write But get angry when I write through the night That’s the time the muse is at its best The...

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When we sat down at the table I didn’t have a hunch It would be thirty-four dollars To have a bite of lunch My wife had eggs and bacon, And I had chips with pork For thirty-four dollars I should have snagged a fork I guess I’m getting old Inflation’s getting real I guess I really miss my Seven dollar meals...

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I’ll go on a limb And say it was him Oh no you don’t I swear you won’t With a grain of salt Should I accept fault But it wasn’t me Just leave me be You’re both to blame Feel some shame...

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i’m kind and i’m caring and i do my best to make sure that i put you first but when you went away my days were full of rain because i knew i wasn’t enough oh god why was i not good enough when i saw you with her i wanted to say hello but...

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Forgiveness wasn’t Forgetting Written: by Miracle Man 12-2-2019 At seventeen I saw something, that I’ve always regretted seeing. Causing me to leave home early, some wondering why I was fleeing. Both parties have long since passed, to whom this concerns. But at times I see this picture, that in my mind still churns. This happening long ago, I avowed I was forgiving. But sixty-five years later, I find...

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Our love was like a lucid dream I thought I was hallucinating, hooked on LSD her looks were so intimidating hearing the word "yes" seemed unlikely her skin was warm like summer love blinded me and I became much dumber...

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It was said that it wasnt anything but with your help it became many things for words are what build and make action's It was said that it wasn't anything but daily because of consistency for someone it became their inner inspiration to believe beyond site of what was seen When I...

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While I wasn’t watching A child was taught to hate While I wasn’t watching The hungry were told to wait While I wasn’t watching The future was betrayed I finally looked and saw that a generation had lost its faith While I wasn't watching Another species died While I wasn't watching Another mother cried While I wasn't watching Another politician lied I finally turned to look away and...

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