We Poems - Poems about We

This time, Janice is wearing a priest collar and I’m the altar. She hisses when I open my Notes app during communion, calls me a heretic for spellchecking my trauma. I tell her my whole personality is based on being misquoted. She says no, babe. It’s based on needing a witness and a warning sign. Then she bites the rim off my coffee cup and whispers the...

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our home care workers would lose their essential care taking jobs and their clients would also lose their necessary services. If you are on Medicaid, you should send your own cards to your Senators. They are more interested in providing unnecessary tax cuts for billionaires who don't really need them instead of protecting the very best interests of lower income...

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Life has nothing to do with every chapter The book pages you scan and read The waves on the shore that breaks You both see them and witness It's never ending story everyday Death is synonymous word with passing You may have all the things in life After all what you have experience The things you have will remain as it is When your...

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clarity in lucidity in the waking state tricking into a dream that our limited free will retains seeming freedom ~ requires softening attention in time dissolved stillness awareness self-aware fulcrum void-centric presence formless...

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God promises to take care of me and you. He'll give you peace as you pass through. He doesn't promise to take all problems away. But He reassures us that we'll be ok. He says weeping may endure for the night. But joy can surely come with the morning's light. Problems will come, but they will not stay. While it's they're. Deal...

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Some women control their men We tried to warn our cousin Flynn He was quickly taken in By a widow named Lucy Kin Lucy Kin was slick you see Has ways as wily as can be He fell under her spells easily She was as nasty as could be Flynn never goes out with the boys Lucy has taken all of his toys He is...

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We are here sorrowfully happy We are here crying and smiling We are Rich only on TV We are Rich only on newspapers. Where are they says the leaders Give them the remnants to eat They deserves a natural glass of wine And something to take as protein. We are here living happily happy With our swollen faces smiling Lest we appear wretched on TV Wearing...

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A friend is like a shining star, That shines both near and far, Even when you acted bizarre, They stay, just as they are. They laughed with you during your bad days, And help you grow in many ways, They guided you through your tears, And they guided you through your fears. They knew all your thoughts and dreams, They cheered you on through...

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We together can change the way our moral tendencies do stray. Yet we build walls round our estate and over parapets berate the way that others go to pray. Nation on nation joins the fray some indignation to repay. What harmony we could create; we together. Sweet dreams the children have who play oblivious that they one day will fight a war of unjust hate their fathers...

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We are just wandering spirits through a world of stone and dream, where every glance is a film projected on the screen of the mind, and the stones see nothing, they simply are, simple and silent, like eternal witnesses to our ephemeral passage through time. Bless the moment and settle into the stillness of eternity, forgive the shadows of the...

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All we see is a dance of shadows on the walls of our reality, a play of light and darkness embracing at the edge of a dream, where forms blend and colors dissolve into unknown shades, and we seek hidden meanings in the reflections of water, in the mirror of the sky. The entire world seems an illusion woven...

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Before we parted ways at the bus station, we tenderly kissed. Before departing for my journey, I realized I'll be missed. Before we met, we never thought we'd find a love like this....

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We Are Writers No one understands us. Ink to blood. Empty pages. Mind always racing. Thyself obscure. Boundless pen traveler. Melody through smoke. Sober story teller. Dark writer. Candles radiant burn. Mechanical thinker. Obsessive writing disorder. Lonely for a reason. Disconnected through seasons. Type away open fields. Weare writers. Poets on fire....

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when threat of war looms a strange fear sets in but to empty mind where should we begin what’s our to do list agendas surface slow down oh hermit ego’s thought flow pace objects of desire tasks yet unresolved debts of love we owe are to God devolved when dark seems the night who we are recall we are living light death’s a wake up call...

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In blackest halls, a phosphorescent light Shines forth from darkest depths, a honey glow. Enraged, ignited, I now blinding bright, A magma burning, pyroclastic flow, Torching golden beams to desolation. Enveloping destruction, ash I leave Until it’s done, my wounded heart’s cremation. Now hushed to ember, my healing reprieve. Returned to dormancy I hear it more, The walls that groan after each...

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