Why Poems - Poems about Why

There are many Christians today, that are advocating always, That we leave 'left behind letters,' to be read latter on, after The harpazo of the church has both come and also gone. Instructing our left behind loves ones they can still become Saved during the earlier portions of the tribulation days. And they won't be on their own, but...

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"The pen must go where the pen wants to go. Today it went down Heartbroken Lane." By Poet The day came in with a great start but is going out with a broken part. With a child's loving and young heart, it must take a very painful dart. today I lost my furry best friend, in life guess some things have...

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Love don't know me love evaids and often disappoints or is it that I'm unkind or I'm upset when thinks should be kind it seems you value precious time alone if your are the one for me then leave me alone Does it have to began like this only to get the drift you make me understand then you make me your man love don't love nobody but we...

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According to John Barnett, our souls are controlled by our sinful fleshly desires. Left to their own devices they are double-minded and filled with doubt and dis- couragement. Therefore, we need to follow David's excellent example, and let him both teach and instruct us how to speak to and command our own souls. In order for them they to...

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Oh my dear guy, ...

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box store drills were eighty dollars and up we stopped and priced them on our way to sup Guess I will order one on Amazon, husband finally said We got one for fifty, and she is pretty – pink and red....

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The King of Greece went on a blind date The lady thought he wasn’t so great So, he went back to his horse ...

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Why I Write He asks why I write And I say I must Because the words, you see Flow as easy as blood in my veins The pen as natural as the air I breathe Without it, I explain The maze of my mind couldn't handle it He asks how I write And I say that my method cannot be taught For...

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I haven't written anything today: The fridge needed defrosting Bottle of wine 'not going to drink itself' Need to charge phone (minor) TiVo 75% full, must spend time watching/deleting programmes Note to self: define TiVo for future generations Plus, you'll obviously remember all the amazing slash mundane ideas you had today and write them up later on some loosely defined (series of) date(s) And, it's Friday You'll...

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Why the grey sky grew Could it be because of you? Or because my heart's feeling blue The sun only shines when I'm with you When we're far apart The world grows dark It thunders and rains Blowing wind that chills my veins Occasionally striking the garden we grew A garden of love built by me and you The anger of fire will destroy the...

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Why don't I sleep? Those creepy crawlies under my bed Those monsters in my closet- they’re in my head instead The rotten apple is my heart I’m alone in the dark That black blanket pressing Down, down, down Cocooned and captured Yet comforted: The absence of sounds Whilst my thoughts drown Sleeping is for the weak I’m alert. Sound the...

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Perhaps in wanting to understand We must abandon wonder Whether willingly for the sake of rigour and strength Or unwillingly surrendering to the unexplained In those bylanes in order to explain We study, observe dissect Practise reductionism to the last atom After that when the head rises up again Devoid of wonder, innocent lost It sees...

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the dragon conquered both armies, annihilating them with fire soldiers screamed as he incinerated both sides, their lines breeched. shields did not help them, and swords would not pierce his armor. soldiers were helpless, falling down as the dragon screeched in the mire. two witnesses lived to tell the tale, ten thousand and one dead. though on opposite sides during...

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Why do I love you, dreamer born from the morning mist that rises to the sky, Who coils around my chest like blue smoke, like a vine, Embracing my temples with your gentle touch like a boundless sea, Why do I love you, delicate woman, like a blade of grass that cuts the moon in halves, Letting it sink...

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soothsayer stopped and said “someone died here” we know, I said. My husband nodded. You can sense spirit, she stated. I offered her a chair, and she sat. Your grandfather is here, she said. And my grandmother, I replied. You do not need me, she told us. You can conjure spirits and feel them yourself. Why am I here? We wanted to see if you...

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