While Poems - Poems about While

What do my dreams do when I'm awake? Do they fall asleep and rise again as I grow tired? Or are they alive all day, living a second life beneath the skin of mine and I just miss the daylight hours of the dream? Are they alive? Do they come to me in glimmering bursts just as my eyes begin to close? Are the dreams my real life And daytime my...

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TRULY SAD ABUSE OF POWER GATHER THEE UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM TO COMMIT THEE ULTIMATE BY BREAKING AND ENTERING TRESPASSING SEARCHING THROUGH VETERANS HOMES CRUSHING AMERICAN FLAGS FOR THEE OUTFIT OF SCUM ON EARTH MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THE CAPO CIRO GARGANO HIDING OUT FAKING HIS DEATH HIDING BEHIND UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM...

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Without perseverance, there can be no success. Attainment mocks from a distance those who digress. Good ideas are just vapor if not acted upon. I'll take mine to fruition before chances are gone. Since my hourglass sands are quite shallow above, I'll miss no opportunities to help those I love and those in deep need, for there's no better way to spend...

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‘Here come some more of them Plenty of little kids too Time to put on our funny faces Entertain them for a while’ ‘Chase each other...

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I will drive anywhere If I don’t have to make a left Unless it’s a driveway and there are no other cars on the street If it is an intersection without an arrow I will drive twelve miles out of my way And drive a box to come in on the other side So, I can make a right...

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“Ah, dear friend, speak… speak while you still can, While they’re still beside you, For once death arrive, Only regret remains to converse with.” ...

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Roses with thorns grow on my heart As I waited for you To tell me how you feel Do you want me? Yes or No Is it just a game We talk for hours, nothing new We laughed for hours, nothing new We went out twice, nothing new Do you want me? Yes or No Is it just a game I don't understand you anymore All...

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I was the storm in his already burning house, the shaking hands gripping the match, the hurricane whispering, You deserved this. But I did not mean to be destruction. I did not wake up one morning and choose to tear through his world with my bare hands. I was drowning, and drowning people do not check to see who they pull under when...

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It's just a row of laundromat chairs— those molded plastic ones, screwed into a fake strip of tile. The whole setup’s bolted to the lunar crust under a plexiglass dome. Every seat holds something left behind: a single sock, a keychain flashlight, a takeout menu folded into fourths. One chair’s cracked down the center, duct tape holding it together. There’s no sign, but it’s...

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2025.4.11 Every day, I get up early, travel to M Central. I waited for the piano to be available. As soon as I opened its lid, I wiped the keyboard clean. Well, that perfectly fitted my nickname "Captain hygiene". Currently, the first piece of music Would always be the "Fall for you", I did that to welcome the Autumn season. As well as my...

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While the world wasn’t looking, the stones learned to weep, and the ocean—that old blue beggar— knelt down to drink its own salt. While the world wasn’t looking, the vines twisted into alphabets, spelling the names of the forgotten— each letter a green, grasping hand. Love—they were whispering love— not in the tongue of men, but in the slow dialect of roots, in the patient hunger...

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Fate decreed sexting/texting while married abominable Therefore karma caught up to me big time and delivered yours truly sent to purgatory (figurative speaking) by casting a spell, whereby the government issued Safelink Tracfone got permanently disabled and all the data (including contact information such as risqué photographs of seductively posing nymphs linkedin to Facebook Messenger) stored therein forever inaccessible. I did not pass GO, nor collect two hundred...

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It's been a while And the water seems murky I'm the color of sadness Since our friendship went quirky Yet I paddle around In fresh morning shallows Where the water is clear Where no breeze of regret blows The renewal of birdsong As the day begins slowly It's a happiness tune For the stubborn and lowly So that beautiful place Of knowing contentment I frequently...

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I did not think their music could become one iota more annoying I was wrong Maybe it’s the loudness; my ears are cringing My sensitivity is crying Why oh why do people use pounding music in a public place? It does not help that I am waiting for a haircut And two people are ahead of me Neither of them looks like...

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The music is not to my taste I am stuck in a beauty shop No one here looks beautified Two men are ahead of me sitting in wait chairs Neither of them look like they need a haircut This music is loud; maybe that’s why it is grating Not as awful as the music coming from the street though They have loud...

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