Words. Poems - Poems about Words.

I am no minister -- therefore, a self-ordained preach I am no tenured philosopher -- therefore, an unlettered teach Just a poet -- good-bad, and the ugly just a poet -- happy-sad, and the lonely ...

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I need words to catch this fire, this burning that eats me alive like a wolf in my chest, this storm that turns my bones to water. But words give me only small, broken things: love, need, want each one is a tiny box trying to hold the sea. Still, I shout, because this love is a wild horse kicking to get out, the sun breaking open...

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The days drift softly, like leaves on a stream, Fading whispers in a fleeting dream. Sunrise paints the sky in hues of gold, As time’s gentle hand unfolds stories untold. Morning glimmers with promise anew, Afternoon blooms in colors true, Evening whispers in violet hue, Marking the world’s eternal view. Mountains stand in silent grace, Forests dance in nature’s embrace, Oceans sing with endless grace, A...

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'Tis like to be loud weather.' (The Winter's Tale) conditioning repetitions in time's stories configure a future story in the image of the conditioning ...

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The will to feel each other skin to skin while sleeping in one bed you want me, don’t deny it you know it’s not right, it won't be right Trying to distract myself from crying telling you perverse ideas Making you sweat and tell me what you’d do to me if I were there The ideas get more grousome...

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There are things I know that you will never be sure about. My life was easy, you have gone through more than me but I understand the world just the same. Every path I take I take with uncertainty and conditional faith, every path I avoid I avoid with thought and assuredness. ...

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Oops I fell for it I spoke too soon I said too much I'm hooked I took the bait Now my life takes a 180° and there's no turning back ...

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"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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