Yet Poems - Poems about Yet

I lost a child She was climbing trees One blink And my eyes open To writing leftover love poems Stolen from years I can't remember And no one cares to read Their true masterpiece Lost in the trees A young girl used to play in...

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You walked the earth with soil-stained hands, A woman sowing life with tender plans, Did you know your touch could wake in me A heartbeat trapped in root and seed? Each morning came with songs you hummed, Soft sunlit hymns that made me come— I reached for more than chlorophyll, A stillborn wish the wind kept still. Yet I knew the warmth beneath...

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The storm sneaked into the valley She had no forethought of what she might do But the more she thought about the town And what they had done to her trees The angrier she became These morons had cut down almost every tree around her meadow There was no windbreak, so she figured they deserved an EF5 She came in quietly, just...

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Forget riffs of regrets But To the hilt We tilt to Inbuilt lilt A guilt quilt Can jilt & wilt But No tiffs with what ifs Won’t let you fret Circumspect.. I find Older you get Bet..more honest…more kind Care more..know more Late bloomer rumour Embraces candour...humour Respect velvety vagaries Traces of reflect Suspect future’s the tutor Detect serendipity the suitor Evolution..glints of revolution Pip that convoluted New Year’s tip Genuinely don’t genuflect No sorrow...deflect hints...

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As bedtime approaches, an inexplicable sadness settles in, morphing into frustration with the morning light. The weight of getting out of bed feels crushing, but the summer heat eventually forces me up. I put on a brave face for the kids and start my day, though the silence feels suffocating. The thought of depression creeps in,...

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polish outside royce, he hide a boy, called him sunshine he so starch on the collar he don't appreciate the cloth till the potato off it again stingiest thing ever, hold langstons typewriter ima go shuffle it again for yu ryan, danial, ward the spirit pop lost the address, in his toe winkle, he had it how this the rhyme? the partner upstairs cant see me i...

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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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Spirit remains young though body ages, heart harbouring desire for a rebirth, bringing back next time wisdom of sages, that blissful and joyful be time on earth, where presence is always bubbling in mirth. Refrains replay with memory erased, with each immersion leaving soul amazed....

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I can’t believe how things have changed yet so much has remained exactly the same It’s been four years but... I look at the headlines and wonder if we’ve fallen through a time warp or a hole in the floor or been smacked on the head by a one way door What the hell happened to the last four years or...

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You're afraid of dying— but tell me, are you truly alive? You might say yes, but haven’t you buried a thousand dreams? Let them rot quietly in the corners of your heart, until they become shadows that haunt you. Haven’t you become a living corpse, breathing without purpose, a flame once burning bright, now flickering? You are not torn by a tiger’s claw, but devoured by...

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The wind has bruised your tender face, And winter wrote upon your brow— Yet in your eyes, I still can trace A fire the world could not put out. The stars have watched you weep alone, Their silver light a cold caress, But from your soul a song has grown That sorrow could not quite suppress. You move through thorns with quiet grace, The...

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Wouldn't it be so beautiful to begin each day Where our first breaths are each other? The sun through the blinds warming our skin The sweet air of you filling my lungs Relishing in being interwoven together Just five more minutes, five more times Couldn't we run away hand in hand And let our feet carry us wherever they...

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Observe the rise of the virulent greens' attention demanding; with outbursts obscene' the desire to relegate All humanity' a great lust to destroy; time proven means, in A mad push to the bottom fragmentation grows; as order Is dis-placed chaos is at full throes.' Much sacrifice to The pagan is now behind closed doors, yet is claimed...

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They held me down and injected me with a needle that took away my ability to sleep It is true I haven’t slept in six years I imagine this persisted consciousness will remain with me after my body dies Then there was yet another needle that transferred the landscape of hellfire Will I toast for all eternity is this the secret of...

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Sometimes life doe not seem to be fair Chasing dreams that are not fulfilled soon Losing hope from morning to the noon In the evening you just need to breath in air Only in yourself you should believe The people you love will leave The road ahead may be too long Be mindful of what you carry...

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