Words Poems | Examples of Words Poetry

"Penned in words of sorrow and pain, I walk through this cemetery of the silent unheard" ...

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time and aging affects us all that's the story convincingly told yet there can appear a healing emptiness in these empty words ...

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Change was among the few of my concerns ... As I have lost, every human rights given unto me by entry of birth into this world . It was as if the communication of my birth right up to adulthood had... Oh well ! A broken telephone line connection , struggling to find common ground of...

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time and seeming aging affects us all that's the story told and told convincingly yet appearing with a healing emptiness appearing as these words...

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A thread, a thought, a silent plea, Woven through air for you to see. A gentle hum, a quiet grace, Finding its rhythm, time, and place. So may this small gift, softly spun, Echo long after words are done. ...

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We clap and cheer when they speak well phrases that please that cast a spell. But behind the brilliance are borrowed lines they read poets study the rhymes. Our leaders rhyme not truth but lies with practiced timing and careful guise. They stir the crowd with crafted speech not to uplift but to mislead. And yet if words can sway the hearts of men then write your truth and write again....

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Tell me words are red And I'll tell of the lives We lose everyday in the middle east Of the lives in danger in Northern Nigeria The Sahel, Ukraine, Russian and Syria. Tell me words are white And I'll tell you how a world of peace is I will tell you how you go to bed at ease And how deeply...

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The pretense of knowing more than the immediacy the appearance the story seems as futility aglow though we all pretend and the pretense is it too pointing to that which is not there seems a futility yet that which is not there may appear as pointing...

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I am the alabaster moon hanging low upon the snow tipped mountains I am the pearl laced purity of a Winter day of ivory fashion I am the melocholy melodies of a crystalline canvas pleading to a virgin rose of love I am the light of a new day placed upon the blank page of the purest inspiration I...

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Painting with words The ash in the wood burner is still warm white and esoteric an unborn dream a sin to shovel into a sink bucket when it looks holy and ought to be strewn upon the tranquil sea with the first drop of rain the ash in the bucket a dust cloud disperse like souls in the forest but,...

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My dearest love, I pray that theses words find the strength to covey beyond the mere definitions they keep. I seem to have lost you in a riddle, a battle of inability's. or at the very least I've misplaced you within corrupted ideas of what you and i once were, a totality thru a proximity of...

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nothing is not permanent is not impermanent nothing is not nothing simply not two is not it nor is simply two...

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The silent rehearsal of words, a conversation held within the confines of my own skull. Each phrase tested, turned over, examined for its weight, its potential to land just so. I am speaking to you, even when you're not here. The arguments I construct, the apologies I craft, the confessions I almost make— they echo in this quiet room, a phantom dialogue that never quite reaches your ears. It's a way...

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I'm holding on to a sentence no matter how long it runs. Without punctuation, the story is aways late. I envisioned a book with names for calling pages and pages still no answer. an exchange of ideas through a volley of words just trying to get a point across. A line with four corners that's the shape of a pen....

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Flowing across the page Everything comes to me at once The colors dance upon the paper Like a performance on a stage A dance of colors Swirling in every direction Jumping and turning Just like a little dancer I am voiceless If I had words Would they be even more beautiful? More beautiful than my words without sound? A question I have no answer to So I just...

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