Why Poems - Poems about Why

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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O how it is so very clear that our departure in rapture's flight of 777 Is alas also so very near and it could be departing any moment of Every single solitary day. That is why Jesus tells us "fear not and Don't be afraid." When I am coming for my children in the middle Of that...

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1 If you are especially a hetero-sexual white male or female Christian and/or Conservative they will use: DEI, CRT and other illegal discrimination s' against you. You can also be Jewish and/or from the nation of Israel, or from another ...

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Why not me, i always asks, In shadows where the silence basks, When sickness came, I felt the chill, While soup and love were his to fill. Mom turned her back, her heart a stone, As I lay weak, so all alone. He got the doctor, the gentle care,...

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They ask me why I write like this, as if I have swallowed something I cannot digest, I tell them that I do not craft poems, I survive them, I carry them as a burden, Each verse is a wound that decided to speak, a silent cry in the quiet night, Each stanza is a bandage pretending to...

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Why are you back Looking in the mirror and only seeing disdain These things begin to taint my brain Why are you back Intrusive thoughts of severing skin Again they begin Why are you back Inability to feel joy while surrounded by it Numbness consuming me bit by bit Why are you back I told you to go I knew you didn't want to; I felt...

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I sit here smug, my secret in place, With a quiet cheesy grin upon my face. They ask me, beg me, play I-spy, and pry — But nope! Not me folks! I'm not telling why! They try to read signs stuck on my lips Unzip all my social internet blips and syncs. To see the steely poker-face stare lurking behind the smoke-screen...

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As a child of God, we have His power commingled with divine love, light and bliss but since we know not, in fear we cower, sinking deeper into desire’s abyss, though our heart tells us something is amiss. Recognising we are not body-mind, we then play our life role as God assigned as spirit ensouling organic form, transmitting vibrations loving and kind,...

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Why do so many old pens love to write, bright light comes from a lens. Many write to their old friends. How about to boyfriends?...

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I am scared, Totally confused I fear the worst  Of the world this time. Why did this happen? Why oh why to him? My sweet baby brother. So young is he, I cannot understand Why this does happen. While muscles may grow And the heart beats harder, Too hard, it beats. Trouble has started. I wish that this would end. So young is he, To put up with this life. Too full...

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Why must we fight each time we meet, To show which one’s the strongest bear? There’s really no need to compete. Why must we fight? There’s lots of female bears out there, Who’ll love us, even in defeat. Why don’t we just agree to share? I’m satisfied to take back seat And say you beat me fair and square. I can’t be bothered in...

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