Is Poems - Poems about Is

pain is strange its range you can walk it inhibits how fast more than that it hurts now I get it no one knows but the soul who lumbers along I look and see all the other bumblebees and my buzz resounds in my own head it’s not that no one cares it’s more that so many are limping you only notice when you have the same ailment oh boy, age is deranged arrange yourself in the lineup point point point what’s the point “OUCH!” ...

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What could be too beautiful to describe? A sunset golden in the western sky. Poetic words of wonder locked inside. Music so melodic, it makes one cry. What is so lovely, it happens unseen? Thankfulness growing in a grateful heart. Division of two from an unborn gene. The passing of passion within the dark. What words bring peacefulness to solemn ears? “From all candidates,...

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Beyond these plastic shades There is a glow. I can let it in, Or I can bid it go. Some days it is welcome. I shout, Come on in. Others, the brightness Gets under my skin. My fellows think it sad. They whisper I'm mad, That I've come undone. When it is they Who don't know The peace of the dark, The death of the glow....

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And the way I love is a sin in itself, a dance of shadows, but who will stop me? I have committed no injustice, no theft of light. Sinners sin, just as the sun pours warmth over the earth, it is not a choice, but a thread in the fabric of nature, a melody that echoes endlessly. Illusion? Please,...

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Yet there's tears on my pillow from the silence of my sorrow In slumber I feel no fears On my pillow, yet there's tears I plan to be happy tomorrow And awake with an inner glow....

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The wind knows the rider before the horse does. Long before sunup, boots scuff barnwood and the rawhide creaks with memory. A buckaroo doesn’t announce himself… he just is. A silhouette stitched into the mesa’s edge, hat pulled low not in mystery, but in reverence. Out here, to be known is not to be seen,...

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Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself." ~...

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time waits for no one she keeps marching with rhythm she never looks back...

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I've scoured t he earth..And all heavanly realms..Searching For someone??? Who will really be well? Righteous and Upstanding its been an interesting stint.' I did find some Willing..I'd say the best of the candidates.' But these were All skint.' For their mentality you see is mostly to share!! And to get to earthly power.' Well lets not even go there.! I...

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In an alphabet book that my grandson once liked, One page unfamiliar to me Which, in turn, got my curiosity spiked, Was the animal listed for P. For a pangolin isn’t your average beast, But an anteater covered in scales, Looking quite prehistoric from head to, not least Of its features, those long spiky nails. It waddles in search of its main source...

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A flame is lit a flame of freedom Will it become a blazing torch ~ or slowly lose support ...

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The decadence of one hundred – maybe one thousand – hands and running mouths. Wynorrific red-yellow cultivates my brain with torpor; when did the ground shake? Oh solace, it is the only time I leave the human eye; my empyrean wanting. Something helps not to desire an awakening; practice, when you’ve never asked for one. The circus doctor’s say, you have paramnesia. Lies; the audience is never fake. I know, I...

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Sun down in Death Valley It is to be The memory of white branded heat Falls away so fast Dissolving in flashes of sagebrush shadows The long flat bands of sand Submerged in desert darkness, the sky A wall of impassive indigo The moon a ghost, ancient When the sun was young To walk this vast Wind pricked emptiness Is to feel the grim beauty of nature As...

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In the hidden corners of the heart, a deep longing is born, for dialogues that go beyond the mundane of the day, a symphony of souls where words dance freely, unbound by the chains of social pretenses. I yearn for authentic and deep connections, where vulnerability is embraced, not feared, for exchanges that go beyond simple information, becoming shared journeys, discoveries, and...

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He Is Risen (A Linking Pin Sonnet in the Spence Style) The stone was rolled—rolled far from death’s command, Command could not contain the Son of light. Light broke the tomb and touched the trembling land, Land kissed His feet, awakened by His might. Might bowed to love, for love could not stay dead, Dead gave way when life began to...

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