Could Poems - Poems about Could

turbulence unrelenting despite sand blown eyes squinting all I could see was you… tossed around slammed to the ground dazed and confused still all I could see was you… hope eternal in the midst of furious hell upon me that fell still all I could see was you… as I drank from a bitter cup of tears and fears my vision transfixed all I could...

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We used to call ourselves logical. We knew: boys had pneses, girls had vginas. But we forgot to answer— Who told us we were naked? The virus must be the narrator. Innocence is apparently credulous and bilingual. We adjust font size, trace bold, and underline lies, but never highlight between the lines. Words like daggers. And silence screams of sameness and shameless. Mundane could be...

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Serrated swathes of overwhelming savage gusts without compassion, directionless dilatory daydreamer that I am ostensibly vulnerable, to the serendipitous intrusion at a wispy sapphire cloud flaccid noon, the minimal load burdensome midpoint idle tranquil saunter, meteorological forecasts couched in plausible penetrating atmospheric vocabulary, nebulous references to malfunction and teetering patterns sooth mutual misgivings, imprudent...

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The river is deep, Too swift and wide, No bridge or boat, I can't get o'er. Somewhere waits love on the other side, If I could fly, across I'd soar. The mountain is steep, Too high and rough, Somewhere beyond is waiting love. No path around, beneath, or through, If I could fly, I'd sail above. The road's been long, My feet are sore, And weary to...

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you remind me of movies & jokes, only the best kisses & naps, a well earned rest you remind me of my favourite song if loving you was right then i could never be wrong...

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I could do this that, the other and the other But none of these things are fun. I despise dusting, cleaning, and sorting. So, I stop thinking about that corner of the house. I am retired and want to play now I paint, cartoon, and write poetry all day, and I love it. Sweep the kitchen? Clean the bathroom? Vacuum the...

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I Thought I Learned All I Could About Love I thought I learned all I could about love— how it bends like willow branches and breaks like brittle glass, how it hums in the quiet of a held breath and vanishes in the space of a sigh. I knew its patterns, its rising and falling, the way it lingers in the scent...

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The winds raged, the rain pelted The air howled like a mad wolf, hungry for blood Fright gripped me with ice cold claws And I did not feel safe from inside my house I armed myself with courage, aware that rainbows Shall show themselves after some time And the warmth of the sun Shall allow me to wear my confidence again As I...

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And even if I could be just a name on your lips, slipping out with a warm smile, I would know that I did enough to protect your heart, even in the silence that separates us, I don’t know where you go, in the days that flow like rivers of time towards the unknown, Nights without stories, devoid...

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In my youthful days, I thought those country ways, were for hillbillies and hicks. Watching fat cows graze, in early morning haze, was no way to get my kicks. Clear blue skies ablaze, under those golden rays, just did not give me a fix. Was those city ways, where I gave all my praise, I preferred concrete and bricks. Down streets like a maze, at skyscrapers I’d gaze, traffic...

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What a meal it would be… moon on a spoon stars on a fork planets poked with knives You’d have the most celestial dish because I love you I would play divine creator to soothe your soul and to make you mine Your eyes would sparkle as you dine of such heavenly items And I would be there with you eating in unison You must understand my...

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Wind, winds—why do I feel this way? The connection in me feels the disconnection of leaves Fleeting, hoping, embracing the feel of nostalgia. But, should I call it loneliness? Why do leaves let go? Is it really a painful metamorphosis, or just a transformation of seasons? Why do my feelings go with wind, is it the part of me I’ve been...

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2025.03.10 Victoria Labour public holiday. I was playing the piano at the M Central, For hours, every thing was fine, Until I headed up and saw a line. I then realised, many other people Also wanted to play the musical instrument. I stood up as they clapped. I believed they were glad, I gave up and let them play. I left the place and headed...

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2025.03.10 Who could spare me love? So I could pampous the world. Who could give some money? So I could help the needies. Who could give me tissues? So I could wipe off some issues. Who could lend me an ear? So I could hear your voice clearer. Who could give me some colours? So I could cover the darkness. Who could remove my emptiness? So I...

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She loved me more than I could have ever imagined, her eyes sparkled like comets crossing the dark sky, bringing light into my lonely and wandering soul, she kissed me with a gentle touch, like a spring breeze, awakening the sleeping and dreaming flowers to life, her lips brought me the calm of a clear and warm night, like a balm...

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