What If Poems - Poems about What If

WHAT IF I... what if I listen to poets more than politicians? what if I trust prayer more than the news? ...

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?What if we hadn't talked or hadn't even met, ?What if we had a different discussion and another goal to set, ?What if we had been more cautious, maybe our eyes won't be wet, ?What if I say I would not be able to keep studying without you I bet !!! ? ?What if we were all alone in a...

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What if forever was never meant to be? Just a story we told ourselves to sleep at night, A myth we wrapped around broken promises So they wouldn’t hurt as much in the morning. I loved you like a secret — One I couldn't tell myself out loud. You were my friend, But I whispered prayers hoping you’d look at me With the...

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What is more painful than pain? It’s the anxiety of pain that is to come The pain of a needle being injected is nothing In front of trypanophobia The pain of poverty, failure is nothing In front of the phobia that is to come What if I won’t succeed, What if i am not working in right direction...

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-In the dead of night, when the world is silent, her whispers haunt the shadows of my mind. “Daddy, I’m so tired… I don’t want to be here anymore.” Her small voice, trembling like a ghost, echoes in my heart — a chilling reminder of the fragile life we’re trying to hold together. Late at night, when silence drapes...

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[Verse 1] They sit with friends at table nine There’s an awkward hush that stretches time She’s in that dress, pretty as can be A bridesmaid glow, a look of royalty. He smiles, then sips on his drink And I can’t help but pause and think— She looked like a princess walking in… Is he really her prince? Or just a great friend? [Pre-Chorus] I’ve...

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People want a life with imagery similar to that of their dreams. They wish to replace the everyday, mundane grind with nocturnal views. But how do you transfer all of what slumber concocts over to your waking hours? The answer is easy but hard to initiate - Just get out of bed. This stops the...

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What if the moon played music composed of others' thoughts and wishes? Would you hum along and carry that tune all day after the moon fades and the sun rises? What if you could see the wind and know that it carried the hopes and dreams of others? Would you allow it to flow through and...

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What if death is really a birth An end to suffering and hurt A beginning of spiritual spring Leaping from body in denim dream Becoming energy in fuchsia flight A golden soul is ready to fly Be ready to go be not afraid “The silence fades with a soft embrace” If you release grief accept Gods word You too can be...

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What if I have to live again— Reborn in the bone-thin hush of grief, A jawbone grinding air, My love trailing like a torn dress through corridors Of someone else's dreams. You cheated with a mirror. I saw you smiling at your double, Kissing her with the lips you pressed To my forehead after midnight sobs. How dare you touch her with my name...

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the morn never came the sun denied to arise defied its duty to say good-bye to hiding veiled below the horizon an early bird rose but if the sun never rose what would such a bird do to kill time while on pause in the darkness scorned forlorn too soon the cock crowed the birds sang their dawn chorus sang again again in vain for the sun slept-in hung-over...

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I want to stop the world. Not freeze the spin. I want to critique inertia Still the blind momentum. Interrupt the cycle of noise, The pull of distraction, The serpent of deception. To stop the world Is to reclaim your attention. Not just mine, It’s ours. Like a constructed Mandela effect I jump and I land, And the grass beneath me bends. But imagine— If we all jumped at once? We...

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Lee is a humorous jokester, quipster too A cut up, a prankster, said Kidder Sue He can bring joy to more than a few He’ll be here at one, or maybe two What if we do not like him? Asked Lou He is as dour as a snowball in the dew You cannot help yourself said Kidder Sue She is as optimistic...

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The bible says there's a middle heaven and spirits roam there. Spirits can be dispatched from the "Prince of the Air" I'm harassed often by one, that speaks to my mind. He seeks to cause doubt, in my thought's all the time. "What If?" he say's to me, your God does not exist? I reply, who else could it be...

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What if we feared happiness as we fear pain? To flinch at laughter, to tense up when a smile appears, to hesitate to step into the light, as if joy were a fire waiting to burn us, a fire lurking, ready to turn everything to ash, to leave us without memories. To sabotage moments of peace, to run from...

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