Years Poems - Poems about Years

August 13th, 2025 – twenty six plus years since awful series of unfortunate events The following poem posted about a half hour before the bewitching hour that spelled calamity (which though a freaky Friday the thirteenth) did (nor does) not find me exceptionally superstitious, and rather than wait for the morrow, I feel so pent up...

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August the eleventh is a very special day Because happy Jack Ellison is ninety today A talented musician he used to play the banjo With the Canadiana singers, many years ago A ladies' man with a keen eye for the fillies Makes us all laugh with his limerick sillies But Jack he can write serious poetry too He's a proud Canadian through...

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My beautimous man is my favorite visual treat. Times staring at him are times I often repeat. His blond tendrils hang down, outside his do-rag, and are curls my fingers just have to twirl and grab. Fierce, piercing blue eyes allow his gaze to melt me, happens all the time and never do I ever mind. The rich pay surgeons for...

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My dear ones, years and accounts have passed since we spoke about the New Man, "Le Horla." From the midpoint of the Reset cycle, it is known to emerge from the mix of slaves and technology. Rudolf Steiner knew, the beginning of vaccination, non-foods prepared in the shadows of the times. The control of the masses through technocracy,...

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Hiroshima – eighty years since August 6th, 1945 About fourteen and a half years before my birth, yours truly not even a twinkle in the eyes of his then young father and mother the former born April 9th 1929, while the latter would be turning ten that upcoming November 13th living in destitution with her three older siblings (in proximity...

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FOUR YEARS, STILL STANDING Four years bleeding, four years bruised, Four years fighting, four years used. Carried the weight till my back near broke, Choked on silence, swallowed the smoke. Four years of bills and sleepless nights, Four years swinging at shadows and lies. Loved and lost, trust turned thin, Hiding the chaos I’m drowning in. Four years scraping, hand to mouth, Hope ran dry,...

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By Michael Parker Days have flown quickly by like fearsome comets. Here then gone; here then gone. My hair is colored moonlight. My bones are brittle as the limbs of the trees cracking from the touch of winter’s deepening freeze. If I could disclose a secret, it is suffering has visited me like an old...

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Winter storm. Question marks fall like snow on shoulders bent with seeking. Hollow caverns where certainty once lived echo chambers of why. Face pressed against cold glass. Fingertips trace what cannot be grasped. Footsteps soft on unseen paths. Autumn leaves crumble in cupped palms. Dreams, half-formed, scatter like dust through fingers that cannot hold. Shell splits. Light finds the crack, makes...

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I always see your smiling face It's tattooed on my mind More beautiful than artwork Or a name inked in a vine You come to me in dream filled nights You calm all of my fears I long to love you endlessly And give you all my years...

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Whene'er my old age is on blame, A few years far off gets than I’m. As learnt I’ve to push goal, Thanks to hints from my soul, My youth whilst sprouts a twig on stem. ______________________ Limerick | 30.07.2025 | youth, old age, ...

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Each year I spend a part of New Year’s Day relaxing, still, in quiet solitude. Reflecting on the past twelve months, I pray for strength and wisdom for the brand-new year. Included in my silent interlude are pleas to face life's changes without fear. I thank the Lord for blessings I've received, including loved ones and all lessons learned. Life is so good,...

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~ To the tune of John Lennon and Yoko Ono's 1969 song, 'All We are Saying is Give Peace a Chance' ~ Diversity and equity Nothing...

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As the years pass, life embraces us with arms of wisdom, Teaching the soul to leave behind the chase for dreams of glass and smoke, And to gently embrace the small treasures hidden in the everyday, Time spent alone, like a silent dialogue with the self in the mirror. In the quiet of nights, where sleep becomes a balm...

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they kill 1200 in rage you kill 200.000 for what to show you are just ...

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Two formidable contenders are battling for the crown, each making grand promises. Where do we go wrong? What wisdom does our Bible impart about speaking in tongues? It's a reality that for one to win, another must lose; that’s the essence of this game change. We know that nothing will ever be the same again. ...

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