When Poems - Poems about When

Excerpt from Resonance of the Soul – Flowers and Harmonics. This poem appears in the soon-to-be-published anthology, published by IEME LLC, and coming soon to Amazon and major bookstores. It is also featured on YouTube, bringing its words to life through spoken expression. When a man loves you, truly loves you, he will love you back...

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will love be decrepit when trust is just a word thrown when we cannot win fights, an excuse rather than a gospel… or is it long before then? will love be decrepit when she is home waiting, and he is alone under neon lights, both drinking, asking, “can we ever be in the same room again?” when she cannot speak as...

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the world seems right...

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Now a knight without a horse, And his sword without a cause. With the falling of his kind, Shall there be truth, he can find? With head slumped from all the pain, Memories lost, no picture frame. As he stood upon the mound, With no fragments to be found. Watching his world as it falls, He...

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When I was in Atlantis, We walked not on ground, but upon fields of light. The air itself knew our names — And the stars bent low to whisper secrets. We spoke in silence, Words unneeded between hearts that saw all. Clairvoyance was breath, Clairsentience our compass, And the soul — a library open wide. Crystals sang in our temples, Drawing energy from the eternal...

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When One Comes Home by Malabika The knock was soft, the world stood still, A breath held tight against its will. She opened wide the wooden door— And there he stood, not lost in war. His eyes were tired, his voice unsure, A soul who'd walked through pain impure. But arms don't ask what scars you bear, They only wrap around and care. The war...

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There will be days, I know not when When thoughts of you will once again Revisit me and fill my mind With movie scenes of love, the kind That sits on laps, or better yet, Fades into a big sunset Another place, another time But I can always dream, can't I?...

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In the morning's silence, when the sun barely opens its eyelids over the world, I look back at the child I once was, carefree and without shadows of doubt, When love was just a word hidden in the corners of the heart, A secret slipping stealthily, whispering stories untouched by time. I remember learning words, words that danced in...

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I hear the echo, sharp and clear, The auctioneer draws bidders near. “One... two...” — my heartbeat skips a beat, My dreams laid bare beneath their feet. The years I toiled, the nights I lost, Now measured out, now coldly tossed. My labor sold in shouting calls, Reduced to debt on auction walls. I left my job, I chased the sun, Believed in freedom,...

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In the silence of a frozen morning, when the cold weaves its crystal cloak over the world, I will never say "I love you," not because I don't feel it, but because those words, Thrown like coins at the feet of strangers, cannot bear the weight of what I feel, They are too small, too worn out, too...

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Like a Disney movie, sparrows fly in my head. An hour after coffee I grasp reality as if it were survivable. A deep snow drifts into camel humps a few reckless birds have escaped my skull to awkwardly bounce in the heavy and glassy air. The hours ride two-toed ungulates into a dredging darkness. My mind now is cluttered with dying bluebirds. The sparrows have...

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it's usually early as day starts turning over when the air around is as heavy as seas in your chest feelings are intermixed between despair and hope like the sea when your odds are in a bottle, scribbled futilities tossed to the waves, exit on the backside of tides until they resurface with old whale stench one out of water tanning under a hard sun...

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There are many times, When we are stuck, Like when a player exclaims, “Checkmate!”, And our king falls, as it is struck. At that point, The game is lost, It is over, Despite how we were flossed. There are also moments, When we need to perform it right, There’s only one chance, To match time and heart’s delight. One of those occasions, Might be to propose, At...

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Magneto, with metal's control, Tried playing the banjo, a soul. The strings turned to steel, A discordant appeal, "This 'music' has taken its toll!" ©bfa031925 ...

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Jessica Jones, with a cynical stare, Tried planting a garden, with care. The plants all turned brown, "This 'nature's' a clown," "My thumb's black, I swear, I declare!" ©bfa031925 ...

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