Awake Poems - Poems about Awake

While He was praying, His face changed in appearance and clothing became dazzling White. Luke 9:29 The Transfiguration is an amazing event (Father Christ) Jesus shining as sun conversing with Moses and Elijjah- His 3 apostles were asleep Fortunately for us They awake in time to hear (Eternal) God saying to them (and to us) “This...

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The world slips into sleep, and I lie awake, restless on the cold bed, Waiting for that call to bring me comfort, like every night, The day's fatigue lingers, but the night comes to share everything with him, To listen as his stories come to life and unfold in the dark, The night passes in a haze, and our...

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Nested in the cat’s cradle Paraded in a child’s fable I have no voice, don’t let me die No longer shall I live a lie I have no soul nor thoughts to save Unbeknownst to me is this life beyond the grave? A designer dainty as she silky essence she creeps upon so free and...

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fallen so fast in love in spite of my or your own good, helpless in your arms, irresponsible as you are in mine held in your gaze I embraced all the little dangers within you, what tempest would befall when all of us was laid bare, done and lovely. In the cold of November, we lay like angels sharing...

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"Dreamland can be a great place to live." By Poet I hold three magic rocks, in my hand, Rolling them over and over and over, Leaving this reality behind, far behind. These three rocks are making music like a band, one is painted with a yellow clover, if I look closer what will I find? A magical journey I will take, before I...

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your ghosts keep you awake at night you hate the nights but are forced to be a nyctophile night is supposed to be an hour of peace but something burned rises from the ashes goodbye came as if it’s always by your side your eyes rained turning red in pain but like a warrior, you keep that mask hiding the painful truth...

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My friends, it is a dismal thing At such an hour to pound and ring! Let others shiver if they must, I shall not greet a sky of rust! Let first the air be half so warm As in this covered nest I form. And then, perhaps, if need of it, I’ll lift an eye, and half-way sit. ...

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To my vision; all around some very good poetry, here abounds.' Many born from 1950s and 60s express thoughts; emotions. That inspire no less!. Who were taught; by those from the 1920s and thirtys..My conjectue? Now on old schools qualitys i Feel.' I Sense and so will venture. How many realitys caused this Nomenclature? from a period quite...

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My mom used to say, Dreams are stories of, the unconscious mind. I’ve healed, Doctor I’ve healed, Mom and Dad I’ve healed, I tell everyone I see Dreams, oh conniving dreams of the wicked. You don’t let me forget, my past, do you? (will you please let me go?) Precarious stories, are what the mind sees A poignant character Heartless yet so full of heart And then the dreams show, The detailed...

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Things are changing..' Always have done..Mainly material Mechanical; methods, one by one.' Yet not so humans' who Seem the same.? Gullible or humble; greedy wether in need? or Vicious liars dealing in pain ' or just in gain.' Executive Orders are being signed now! amid strong high spirits i allow Is all helpfull? Could untoward things hide.? Controlling expression On...

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"This poem marks the beginning of a new era, a time when nations will unite in harmony. The poet, Shina Okram, seeks to convey the dawn of happiness that awaits humanity after a devastating universal war. Shina Okram is not a profound thinker or writer, but rather a visionary who simply wishes to share her...

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I lay awake at night, dreaming of my future. In the black void, my destiny flickers faint, A fragile ember fighting the pull of silence. I fracture my pain into shards, Each a memory too sharp to hold, Yet too bright to ignore. The sparks ignite lightning through my chest, Burning a path I cannot escape. I lay awake at night, dreaming of...

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Let the sleeping beast lie For the sleep means peace But there’s always one to try To awake the beast Outraged, it can’t be stopped For the beast is wild There’s one moral in its job Any fool that tries To awake the beast, will get Lots of trouble in return Then pretend they didn’t expect Such a high concern But you can’t improve the beast Leave it...

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The road not ending is growing wider. Spreading all the way down and up again. Hot shovel digging and soaring lighter. Walking the straight line beginning amend. Each moment new and keep myself steady. No time elapsing and hold my heart true. The light not too bright; dark never ready. Nor to warm or too...

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When I awake When I awake The same as you Our time of life My desires are few When you awake The same as me Nothing new Sleep in the eyes Bright and bushy tailed Tensions and sugar plums Side by side Are we one Are we two A lifetime The same as you ...

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