Wide Poems - Poems about Wide

“Life is like a ship tossed on the high sea To journey amidst sunshine and wild waves.” - By author. ************************************************************** ...

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The sun matches how I feel about your energy you're so bright when you walk into a room your so warm when you pull me into hugs When I go to the beach I think of you the water smells like you the sand holds on to me like your kisses do I'm so lucky that...

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And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," President Abraham Lincoln was shot. President Abraham Lincoln died approximately nine hours after being shot at Ford's Theatre. The assassination occurred on the evening of April...

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Open Wide. On Her Quest for Her identity. Bards off possibility Scribes of reality Poetry of extreme order Communication accessible Meditations unclothed Structured instincts penned in poems Caesura here Cut off point there Bare lines be gone Flotsam no more Broken pieces ...

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(Please Note: this poem is generalised and not about at any particular individual) It is so interesting how differently humans perceive each other Our perceptions are often at complete opposite ends I see someone to avoid and stay well away from You see a potential friend You see a good, kind and caring person I see a performance...

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see all the parts of the picture, the whole thing, up and down left and right have an open mind, read rightly totally the book until its end with a cool serene mood, swim in , and through the sea of meditation....

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(Entered for Contest: Memories Lost Within A Frozen Mist. Sponsor: Sara Jama. Deadline 8th April 2025) Do you remember, those wide open skies? when we were younger, with wide open eyes the world was our view, from the Empire State or walking that walk, on the Golden Gate days when tomorrows, were never ending long before sorrow, had started trending maybe I will...

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Soon will dawn Australia day.' A date on the calender some Pages away..Its the first poem from me, on this holiday In the past I was not one (for its celebration lets say?) Yet Decades have sifted me.' Experience has shifted me.! I Feel for the past though I will say.' It has been a hard go! and Most challenging...

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Our land is rich with naughty and talents rare, My fate lingers in verses steeped in despair. Think of Zhyloy* when one mentions Aibek's name, And think of Aibek when Zhyloy earns acclaim! At times we are a desert, at times a deep sea, At times we're heavy, at times light and free. I am boundless, vast as Zhylyoi's embrace, For we...

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Deep & Wide You Can RIDE The River Or WATCH From the Shore. One Little SHOWBOAT... *** Doesn't Really Matter. -Gray Squirrel 11-10-2024 ...

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Autumns descend like birds of fire, with wings spread wide, covering the earth with a carpet of leaves burning in the colors of sunset, each rustle an echo of lost childhood, a cry of time, where the soul seeks shelter among the shadows stretching lazily. On the paths of time, autumns walk with the steps of a lost soldier, bumping...

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Long after the lively spring came quite early... every narrow hill's path laid in solemn tranquility, faint footprints on solid ground under black booths smeared with stains by damaged, leaking roofs. It took longer to reach the hilltop being forced to halt before a fallen tree toppled down by the hurricane Milton: can Nature be as violent as man's mad temperament? A...

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"Does he love me? No, for he never told me so. It was all in my mind, Neglecting the signs, As if I'm blind. I'm accepting it now, 'Cause if his love was true, Doubt won’t linger, but it grew. If he truly cared, he would have shown, And now, I would not be alone. It's been so long, yet I am still dreaming. My silent...

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I'd sit on his lap, content as can be, until he'd slide those dentures out and giggle with glee.. My two year old self would reach out to grab, he'd suck them back in before I could nab.. With time as I began to age his talented teeth ceased to amaze. No longer two and as wide-eyed, I'd yell "stupid Poppa" and from his lap...

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Hours drift by Yet here l still lie Eyes and mind wide open Desperate for sleep Counting Little Bo-Peeps sheep Eyes and mind wide open Frustrated and forlorn For now it is dawn Eyes and mind wide open Soon it is time to rise I will be the walking dead in disguise Eyes and mind unopened!...

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