Wonder Poems - Poems about Wonder

We make our way through life We wonder what lies just ahead The Lord God looks out for us Jesus is our daily bread His love is shared abundantly He cares for each and every one His goal is to bring us to His side With God the war is already won Would you come to the alter of the Lord? Sing His praises...

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Iridescent against sand and stone Lies and battle cries California fields sundered and sterile Networks of new wars Hungry feed the gas lamps and hollow Walls and eyes Eye circles of influencers and titans in free fall Self-defining nano gods rush to the cistern, dry as bone Breathe deep pregnant age Show us now our modern home May 24,...

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Anne* Frank's earthly life, coldly cut short, yet, in our hearts and minds, she always lives, as, it seems, her spirit no one could thwart, nor the humanity her message gives. Sorry if I misrepresent the words that emerged from her brave and precious pen. I note it was not her who spoke of herds, and...

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No kitchen home run Over done Hardness baked Teeth couldn’t bite Those biscuits certainly weren’t light Totally wonder plight They were made to throw Oh know Unfamiliar with ingredient Those biscuits should be on the baseball field For real Biscuits playball ...

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Will I stop writing poetry when my hands begin to tremble and when my hair has fallen out? When I'm short of breath, my eyesight feeble and my legs are weak? When I lose my hearing, my yearning for passion and my craving for adventure? What about when I become forgetful and cannot find the words? What if I'm ill and fall into an...

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the High Honor "boulé de tout fort" or "le coq d'une fort" ...

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Playing with words is like playing with Play-Doh for the first time, mixing colors messing with structures, feeling it's designs between your fingers. All five of them. And then delicately stroking its surface with the others, learning to comprehend the difference between smooth and rough, and that the difference between them defines beauty. It's like wiping the floor clean with its sticky skin, and...

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Inviting, like the first breath of spring, energizing as the summer rain – brisk like the winds of an autumn dream, reviving as the sigh of a winter’s first snow… laughing amid the shadows of starlight stories, reflecting the gentle in a subtle warmth the beauty, the grace, the details in this song where summertime fades – beneath the autumn’s soft smile. Inspiring, like...

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The question hangs, a whisper so light and thin, When God is weary, deep within, All his strength deployed, from all the strain, Who will hear his sighs behind the rain? Screaming behind the thunder's echoing boom, When shadows gather, sealing gloom? When burdens crush his mighty frame, who will ask for nothing, Though you know his...

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As from my ivory place, in a while I descend Carrying a piece of magic and a trace of scent Quite a time of quietude there I spent A delight, a light, I have to suspend. The poet in me yields to live and bond As I find in mere days a world to be fond Out of sight I put...

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At the end of the sea and start of the sand there lies a place; a place where we stand and watch the sea go from shore to shore in an endless tide; that for so long before the grass was tall and the wind was blowing, has been moving like the sea - the sea; ever flowing. And the stories...

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In this white-washed room, time moves slow, Monitors beepin’ soft and low, I got tubes and dreams, but one thing’s clear— The only medicine I need is your voice in my ear. Nurses come and go like the wind through the door, But I’m anchored in a hope I can’t...

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Luella’s mother was murdered. We were in third grade, Luella and I. Not best friends, but we had played together. Red rover red rover, hopscotch and jump rope. Luella’s mother was murdered in October on a Friday night. My mother brought Luella home on Saturday morning. She was quiet, and did not tell me what happened. After a few days she began...

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Written: April 12, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones Stevie Wonder Song ( Superstition ) **************** When you cling to ideas you don't understand, The void spins its webs, and shadows dance. Superstition is a paranormal phenomenon in...

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You know when someone says I love you 'As' the sun? ~ it means that you're always loved—poetess "As" by Stevie Wonder I Choose Love I believe in a true Love so true and real By embracing all and then Love always If we change words into truth then Into Love so that maybe Our...

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