Called Poems - Poems about Called

This thing called Death Lay me down by the one I love In the light from the moon above Let me hear his quiet breath As we face this thing called death Let me gaze upon his face Feel his body his warm embrace See the way he looks at me This is how love is supposed to be Lay me down by the...

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I watched you from quiet corners of thought, Not to be noticed, just gently caught. In the hush between moments, I saw you smile— A glimpse, a grace, enough for a while. I never belonged to the light in your eyes, But I cherished the warmth like borrowed skies. You lived your life, bold, unaware, While I stood beside you in silent...

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The phone in hand, a simple thing to do, No special date, no message bold and new. Just felt the urge, a feeling deep inside, No fancy words, no reason to hide. I just called to say I love you, it's true, This simple phrase, it bridges me to you. No birthday wish, no holiday's embrace, Just wanted warmth within this lonely...

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the silhouette of vanilla white clouds sprinkled with a pinch of cinnamon and singing out loud while drifting through a place called heaven i believe somehow ...

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Nightbird croons at me again, again beneath a sheet of clouds, like cozy pillow to my moon to tuck my ruffled mind away... Through drizzle's fading glint and flow I muse about my man's upstate ride quite distant , quite stretched the miies as evening floats in decibels of gust, rivering in tuneful pitter-patter of ticks. ~°~ ...

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The Wind arranged and rearranged the sediment ...

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I never called her closer, but they always said: if it's love, make it known, take a step closer to her, those who watch from afar write fables and dreams born of longing, but those who come closer write true stories, full of essence. But who knows, what seems like the moon from afar may become dust, light can turn...

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I've grasped at thought.' Then thought things over? Often Missed that bed of clover.' For there is many a beauty so Statuesqe.' Yet often its missed when your mind is in a Mess.' Maybe sharing thought and reason is the best i Can do.? I wish all blessings!! ( apart from dingo ') and His partisan crew.' In truth...

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An inspired dream I dreamt In the distance she stood A visceral beauty from empires unknown Floating on a cloud of illuminating luminosity Emanating serenity of the Almighty and Divine A glorious incandescent everlasting flame of Universal Hope As she gazed through her beautiful twinkling eyes and held mine She whispered in soft dulcet tones as the translucent grey smoke swirled Keep the...

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Singularity Epitome of clarity Pitter patter rarely Potter’s dreams can’t scare me Still frame New game You and I are not the same I ebb omen and I flow Roman Never stopped, steamrollin’ The chosen showman Man of the show Light up like somethin you know Attention with proper intention Then disappear with your patterns Trips around Saturn One left and then one right turn But never two lefts Because two lefts...

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(From the novel: The Truth About Make-Believe by Mickey Grubb) Standing in the middle of the rear seat, the tiny legs moved quickly from side to side to keep the rest of the body upright and in place as the car made its way through the night over narrow, winding West Virginia roads. There had to be someone in the...

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Lyric Clouds drifts The river rolls Along the bank In beauty I roam A sunbeam drifts A lite morning mist Touching the hills As my spirit drifts Of all creation I accept a gift Only for me From nature I sip Looking around Emerald hills confess A flourishing love Within God's nest Flowers announce The coming of spring As Winter waves goodbye The birds begin to sing White clouds drift along the...

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A "witch" you called, a "witch" you fervently cursed, and a witch you shall see, for my eyes pierce the darkness of your ignorance, this neck is not for your cutting, these wrists are not for your chains, but they are mine to use, to dance around the fire that burns in the core of my soul. And I...

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Visible but not seen Trying but viewed effortlessly so. Scar's visible regardless of the hard work Put to conceal them. A feeling so unknown Yet painful to contain. Spreading like a disease, with a motive to bring one down. How I ask myself. How, do I fight against the befallment of such Clouds? But unanswered I shall remain, Infected I shall remain, And without an antidote Am as...

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I told you long ago that this land called "Romania" has exhausted its sources of blood and dreams. For 35 years, we've been walking the thin line of memories, on the debts left by those shaped under Ceau?escu, but they are slowly retreating to the quiet pensions and to the Cold Park of fleeting shadows. Those who follow...

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