Why Poems - Poems about Why

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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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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