Standing(A) Poems - Poems about Standing(A)

...You standing there looking so innocent and sexy, biting your lip Smiling so guile-y and your hair Cascading around your face Over your shoulders and styled by JBF You standing a bit awkwa......

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...Was the eye brow cut not a dream? Was the cream not dangerous when it comes in your eye or touches on your face? Wasn't I doing it anyway? Hair color change I wanted to do, has the color not ......

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...I ripped the curtain from the window to have a good view of what was transpiring outside, someone must have fallen from the roof top and lay dead on the road side, a little crowd had gathered around ......

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...Quazi Johirul Islam SCAFFOLD DISAPPEARED Scaffold disappeared, and it was a different morning Sunlight has never threatened me ever like that I can imagine how terrible winter is awaitin......

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...Written: August 29, 2023 Voice Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper ______________________________________________________________ The train whis......

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...Something about her heart, beating; Something in her soul, intriguing; The God in her, in her is God; I standing a firm foundation Hallelujah Something in her smile Jesus; Her voice so wonder......

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...The undulating pine trees try not to weep as they really should; they hold the tiny, slowly falling raindrops, sensing the mortality that turns him cold without a sob, without tears, and standin......

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...I was sitting Thanksgiving day, with my belly overlapping Cousin Dave was watching football, while Grandpa was a napping. The kids were outside playing, trying to be good Uncle Pete was moaning to......

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...Here I am standing a sinner man And I dare you to love me Tou and I reached out for the right Excited for the daily worships and I dare you to love me Holding hands in prayer Tryin......

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...…on an Amtrak train. Business-class from DC to Trenton. It's the work rush. There is a white man. Dark eyes. Gray temples… Southern. Loud. Acting important. Unimportant. Le......

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...the skelton of the watch a vigil for the passing dead things left unfed wraiths wander on watching wanting waiting guiding the blind in to the light the instruments of time to mark mortality......

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...Last Sunday I spoke to my best friend , after many years I felt as if I didn’t know her at all. She was bragging about her pretentious innocence and compassion while telling me how she celebrated h......

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...The memory black and white #4 taps an unlit sign 100 feet away Slow galloping horses trail one another Enveloped by a wooden fence that died twice Now that the tornado is gone the damage fizzles'......

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...Alone I'm standing; a tall poplar tree With many of my kind alongside me All standing here in solidarity Together as one when we need to be. There are times when we need to be alone To ......

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...The doors still creaked as they did before, age emanating from the very core; The walls, ceiling, his arms and legs, even the floor, worn smooth and warped From the years of trodden feet. The smel......

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