Would Poems - Poems about Would

strangers in a foreign land two outsiders free floating adrift without connection in a bubble outside their world swept by the currents and the tides they manage to find each other all remains pure and lacks complication where lines are clearly drawn for depth of friendship to never sour Inspired by movie “Lost in Translation”...

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I did not anticipate finding a parking space I rarely find one at this location Because the restaurant’s food is from outer space It is very popular during spring vacation I was ready to walk a mile or two Wait! Could it be? I looked six times too There were two ready spaces open for me to park What a lark! I...

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And it will shower on the Eastern Gate A rain so hard it wouldn't wait The sound and actions tornado's make Moving earth with instant haste The flow of water from up above And wind so swift to remove the cover of That which men would try to prevent Would be a delay of time actually sent The Mount of Olives...

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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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Would You Like Some Toast? I’m just a guy named Nacho Libra. I work at an orphanage. They gave me cooking duties. And dead guy duty. Would you like some chips on your salad? Where are the spices? Would you like some toast? With these eagle eggs, all have the best wrestling moves. Sometimes I...

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When I am silent, I would love to hide my feelings But I hide absolutely nothing Feelings pop out of my face like measles Or pimples if am feeling irritated, grouchy, angry or sad. Everyone is not an empath But you do not have to be sensitive to read me I am no poker face; I have tremendous tells Silence has become...

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On the day you die, what would you leave upon this earth? Is what you treasure temporal, or of true, eternal worth? What is left? A well-filled house? A closet full of clothes? And influence that spreads as far as only Yahweh knows? Would you leave a tidy Bible on the shelf displayed? Or would you leave it open on...

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It would be good to escape from this place, to detach myself from heavy memories, To leave behind the shadows and stories that have intertwined over time, To lose myself on unseen paths, seeking the hidden mystery of the unknown, But staying has its own charm, a bittersweet taste of nostalgia, All those goddesses of the past, now living...

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She walks along a misty path humming yesterday's tears. A breath of a thing, only promising to run in fear. The sky cries when she walks into the open. The flowers fade, knowing her love is broken. His frosty lies left bruises on her dainty lips. Her fragile hands still remember him. Missing his ancient soul became her hobby. Oh would you...

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Couple coding : she combined the two first names to create one name. Fans of this character often loved these two people. While their characters were hot: they would often tour signing autographs, making a lot of money selling merchandise and meeting there fans.Key frames in animation often bridge the gap: between keyframes. It's a term called inbetweens. The...

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Why is it so pleasant to think back in time ‘specially as we near the end of the line Do we treasure our innocence, our youthful naivete or unlike Bessie...

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when I miss you, I don't think about the good times. I don't think about all those hours I spent talking to and thinking about you. I don't think about all those jokes and laughs and stories. I don't think about all those poems I wrote about you. I don't think about all of those songs that reminded me of...

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Would I ever be the person I wanted to be? The one I would look up to, When things got hard. The one who makes me feel less heavy, At heart. Would I ever be her? Her, whose aura screams and wails, Of things unknown to this running world. Her, whose heart is tender, And soul is made up of fragments of her memories....

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Of imagery in yonder meadow she had much to say from daffodils on rolling hills to ivy covered fences Yet of tragedy she would not write ...

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Would you be mad if I picked up the bottle? Would you cry if I were to die Lost to the cradle of death Would you hold me close as I cry? Would you hum me to sleep As I softly weep? Would you comfort me through the sorrow Beg me to see tomorrow? And I ask one more time, would you?...

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