Yielding Poems - Poems about Yielding

Bent reed in the wind, Or a shadow to its form, Duty's silent pull. ©bfa030225 ...

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Written with compassion for people who are broken shells. They've chosen the Darkness instead of the Light. It reminds me of the scene in "Under the Tuscan Sun" when Sandra Oh's character, Patti, talks about shell people.* But... I believe that there is Hope... So my poem reflects a different outcome! Yield to Love. Blessings. For now...

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It's not a matter of confrontations face to face. Like most things, it's all about time and space. Highways and roadways are designed for travelers. The motorists may be workers or vacationers. Lanes have their basic function and purpose, And it's very vital that we learn to focus. Your lane is mine; My lane is your lane. Yielding is often the key...

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Written: June 29, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ In the realm of passion and fiery flame, Where desire and love intertwine and claim Rapture! Our rhythmic bodies torrid together, Creating a symphony, a sensual tether. Such two stars colliding in the midnight sky, Our souls ignite as desires fly. Quenching thirst for each other's touch, In this realm, where love means so much, Together once again, we find...

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acorns doff their caps and bow to winter's approach ~ spring will see them rise 09.11.20 Any New Nature Inspired Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin syllable count by ear...

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I yield my self-conceit …disguised… as sheer meekness; false humility radiating deceit, needing God for His pardon. Here am I surrendered to Christ's love and might ready to be transformed through His divine nature*... Albeit a snake tamed am I graciously by the Sovereign Charmer... Grateful, my heart praises Him! *2Peter 1:4 Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of...

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A Poets Dream A piece of paper, a pen to write Waiting for that illuminating light Searching our inward heart's core Addiction's power of wanting more Words now coming with fluent bliss Pen on paper like that very first kiss Overwhelming love to share this thrill Words expression, the awe we feel Thoughts entangled with senses aflair Emotions aroused with passionate care Oh that others...

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when this endless anchal of dhanekhali sari continues to make dip-swimming in the bottomless water of the paddy and if into the colour of her fore-finger enters repeatedly some whole-noons of the chot-boshekh and from the more depth of the ceiling-fan comes out the ordour of the open-hair of the village-orange then with that lac-saliva...

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Time sets upon the arcane taboos you wear the unknown fear like cowries around your neck, a bulletproof jacket did not work, the fish in the brain was the religion. Whom do you trust now in the caveful of seekers ? They were demanding every drop of your blood from a waning relic. Climbing Mt Everest was a raw deal, dismantling the heights like plasma, as...

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Harvest yielding The orange flesh of The tubular yams Blushing cherry-red The blue oxen Pulling the Farmer's plow When we spotted The early bend In the road and The quiet noise Listening to Something else Bound for home...

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