Why Poems - Poems about Why

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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Artless tasteless full of lies, is why abhor poetry by AI....

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Why do some coins purposefully have holes punched in the middle? To save copper, silver and gold? Guess again. So you can hang them on Christmas trees Or around dog’s necks on their collars? Maybe They were actually made this way So you could string them together and keep track of them The sad thing is, It would make things easier for a snatch...

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Robotic lines usurp those who don't cheat, I write my own poetry!...

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human poetry full of heart and warmth~ AI frigid and sterile...

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Why waste time pursuing desire, when God dwells in, within? At life’s end, all that we aspire, is to be free from sin. Head and heart, hand in glove, invoke grace from above, that we be full of love. Heed God’s chime ~ Why waste time...

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Why do I love God? Why do we adore? For me, it's simple: He created me, and more. In His image, I'm crafted, a work of art divine, A reflection of His love, a heart that beats in rhyme. He loved me first, before I knew His name, Before I understood the depth of His holy flame. He pursued me, gently,...

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Doves cry when the earth is being disturbed When there's conflicts and war they are perturbed For doves are the dear Lord's symbols of peace They bring olive branches to help wars cease. Doves also represent the joy of love The golden gift from heaven up above They coo-coo-coo to attract their life mate Then build a nest for them...

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Why did you destroy my heart? Someone loved you. Just an ordinary person. A European lonely guy My life’s desire was unknown, but the desire brought a beautiful flower Your life created a new one. Wishing your heart. Don’t forget this mood My life is yours. My life is the depth of my grave for you. Black marble Silver letters,...

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Are nasty words used to express emotions to a heighten degree Am i suppose to understand you any more than you understand me Vocabulary words isn't hard to learn and to use I can use words that aren't so nasty and still blow a fuse Stand up comedy isn't the same due to foul language When it comes to being...

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“Emptiness is an all- pervasive feeling of lack of movement or fulfilment in life. It is a hollowness that can’t be filled. It is stagnancy like doldrum”~ By Poet Of late, I am haunted by an empty feeling. This I have been trying to overlook, But it has grown into alarming proportions. ...

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