Pass Out Poems - Poems about Pass Out

As the years pass, life embraces us with arms of wisdom, Teaching the soul to leave behind the chase for dreams of glass and smoke, And to gently embrace the small treasures hidden in the everyday, Time spent alone, like a silent dialogue with the self in the mirror. In the quiet of nights, where sleep becomes a balm...

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Life is beautiful but the journey is no less than a rollercoaster ride. Let's hold hands together and pass each high tide. Let's make it interesting and cherish it together. ...

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Could we not at least exchange some crummy anecdotes about our recent pasts some poorly recalled bus stop or shop incidents semi memories of there was this time when I'll take any half digested subvocal passing thoughts and an inappropriate and unvoiced yet sincerely held opinion which you know is safe with me Throw me a crumb here and I'll toss you the...

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Let me be perfectly clear The end of this world is very near Father against son Mother against daughter When in time is all this slaughter What great change could draw the line Between a generation of so small a time Who could cause so great a crime The Day's of Noah finally defined How will come about this great change The why of which...

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“If you are the smartest person in the room, then you are in the wrong room.” - Quote by Confucius -------------------------------------------------- Jealousy Conspires Envy Boils Pride Blinds Silence ...

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seem so sad to say she (he) slowly would pass away. was with God this day...

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The years will pass, calendars will endlessly roll over the land of forgetting, But the moment I saw you, that moment suspended in the eternity of a gaze, The flame of love kindled then will burn silently in the hidden corners of my heart, Like a solitary lighthouse in the night, illuminating the secret paths of my soul. Seasons...

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The old ‘Pass-Punt-Kick’ contest misappropriated by politicos You’re familiar with the stereotype the kind who check which way the wind blows Like a hot potato they pass...

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Old Drunk McNab stumbl'd to confession The priests waits and waits to start the session The priest then knocks on the wall “Occupied…, comes a slurr'd call, …an’ no TP so don'ask the quess’ion!” ...

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We speak peace' the world is sick..From war and lies this Is lunatic.' The end must come..His word fullfilled' with many condemned my marrow chills.' Perhaps I should change the messages i write? More froth And bubbles? of future bright.? Yet then would trouble just flow along? errupting and Subsiding for far too long? The (man of peace) he must appear.' The...

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“How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!” ~ naturalist John Muir For my parents, one dog, and four boys, after six hours of switchbacks with no break, when majestic waters glitter turquoise, there is no other beauty like Duck Lake....

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Scattered without wind as though on wings gmo seeds land on lava rocks and icy hills will there be spring? Aged old wheel shooting double beams lowers lid on eye turning noon to night will dawn glow pink? Battered old earth shaking parched lap vomits lava out of its dragons' mouths birds stop singing trees in ashes weeping Midas ego king deprived of basic needs turns fragile wits to instincts of beasts darkness without darkness within how dark will...

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With so much hatred engulfing love in this world… may this be said about us once we’re gone… That when it came to life instead of passing on love… we chose to pass love on. ...

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Pass me the cigarette She who I thought will stay Gone long back Me who now is a fall guy What life has in store anymore Who knows But who cares The angel has returned to paradise So pass me the cigarette In the process of becoming Steve Jobs I became Steve Harrington You can call me voat Cause I am the villain of all time So brother...

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If I should pass away tonight, my dear Thou shalt sing no tragic songs for me Afraid I'd never again come to hear That voice of thine that touched my heart's decree Must thou not waste even a single tear Though I am not forcing thee to pretend Bestow me some orchids, not frail nor sere And tell me thou hast loved...

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