Point Poems - Poems about Point

No distance left between my soul and what I ran from all my years— a voice that thundered soft and whole, yet pierced me deeper than my fears. Not wrath, but mercy took its aim, not fire, but light unmasked my shame; no bullet came, and yet I fell— undone before the silent flame. The mirror shattered into grace, each shard reflecting who I...

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What's wrong with them Americuns forever pointing fingers always pointing guns searching for someone to blame never changes stays the same with 'Love thy neighbour,' and 'Thou shalt not kill,' religious to the core hypocrites to boot and what's more shooting people children too wondering why innocent die and yet they haven't got a clue ...

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? No darling, verily, I think I shan't. Perhaps, pray tell, the merry month of May? No, I am very sorry that I can't. Aye, a plumber's helper, I shall decide, as when life's business I must attend, you stand at the ready, e'er by my side assuring all things come out...

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(A poem based on the lesson of strength, change, and choice) She said, "I'm tired, this life’s too tough, The road is rocky, the ride is rough." Her father smiled, and with no word, Walked to the kitchen...silent, unheard. He placed three pots on fire that day, With boiling water in each to stay. A potato in one, so firm and round, An...

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There's a lot to be said for silence but you won't hear it from me I'm satisfied tongue-tied as the less said the more I see and even if the point is moot 'tis a wise owl who don't give a hoot YY UR YY UB IC UR YY 4 ME (Too wise you are too...

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They called him average, just five on ten, Lost in a crowd of sharper men. Grades like chains, dreams on hold, In a system that worships marks in gold. He laughed too loud, he lived too free, Not built for this factory of a degree. He saw the stars beyond the test, While the world just chased what they thought was best. His...

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After a high point, There’s no place to go But back to the usual Life that you know. Good feelings may linger, A satisfied air Which, if you are lucky, Will help you prepare For the letdown to follow That everyone knows Happens after the high point – That’s just how it goes. ...

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The Point of no Return It all started innocently enough, casual conversation. Just the usual banter at the coffee station. A couple of co-workers teasing each other. He liked her laugh. If he was honest, her yellow blouse with pearl buttons was a special treat. The top button was undone and the fabric draped over her breasts...

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Vanishing Point It's Easy To See How The Future Appears... Because... From There You're Looking Into The: Past. -Gray Squirrel 06-01-2025...

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Written: May 31st, 2025, for contest by Kai Michael Neumann *************** In the stillness of twilight, shadows sway. and a delicate craft rests on the shore, embarking on a perilous, winding path. Odyssey, its supple rostrum slightly widening as if attuned to the twilight. Drifting on a warm breeze, such a leaf, Its brittle...

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Point Room The Seed Of Thought Around Which Re-Memoried Words On Charmed Resorts Converge - A Raindrop. -Gray Squirrel 05-31-2025...

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A crescent moon dangles in the distance, whilst meteors jet across Prussian blue heavens, leaving trails of grey ash in their wake. An abnormal, elongated silence creeps through threadbare trees, as an imperceptible breeze skims past my hair, causing, for just a second, déjà vu— a flutter between my muffled heart and a crushing ribcage jolts me back. Never-ending, frayed nerves keep me...

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The point of no return could be global or individual but never is it in the middle. It is a horizon of dreams aloft in hope held by tentative strands of rope that weaken and deny what hearts are seeking. It is love, stirred with hate that drips need to bleed us, heal us and force...

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"Point of no Return" ************************************************************** Death is a "Point of no Return" ...

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Across the wandering life’s changing dynamic landscape, I traversed following the footprints of destiny the tortuous pathway in the undulating topography, that winded for me, tracking the trail of racing time to the amorphous future, taking the ordained shape, Many streams in spate I had swam with passion across the waves of somber squall. With the buds of nascent hope...

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