Uncommon Poems - Poems about Uncommon

I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose Like a peony, your beauty willingly unfolds so naturally plain I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose You heal my wounds; the ones that no one else knows Written for you with hearts; bright red as blood in a vein I...

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#1: The Cravings Cull the cravings have come back ... and, they are so more restless ... at my finger's edge ... they cull at you--an easy picking, know they their victim's all ... but their unrest is incomplete ... in me ... they never rest ... like now ... constantly, the cravings are insatiable and the only way I knew, was to fight and...

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I wish I were an educated woman But sadly, I am not. I have to rely on common sense As much as I have got You don't have to write a thesis Or a Shakespeare play You have to think carefully And be straightforward with what you say. Some educated scholars, Are a credit to their craft Unfortunately, others lack common sense, They're daft. It is essential...

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Our physical world that we travel upon, Showers our senses with volumes to understand. Yet there's a wide range of comprehension, That often tests realities hand. For example, our tactile sense, that we ...

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It's no longer common unlike years ago What once was sound judgment today no one knows Selfish and addled and atrophied minds are prone to suggestions with evil designs And scarce is discernment it's known by but few who march to their own beat so simple, yet true Away from the darkness straight into the light Their path may be lonely but at least it is right While staring at cell...

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To see the world, all the good as a child at a seasonal faire counting months in inches grown and inherited faint-colored hairs. All days number three hundred and sixty five so glad they still are.. same as the nights, in eternity of a young life under crackling camp fires and countless unnamed stars. We survivors,...

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When does one rash courage summon To do a thing quite uncommon Like king David's son, Amon: The negatively uncommon One wouldn't link with Solomon Nor with the Quite Normal Human With no business with Mammon ? Carthage's Hannibal against Rome, When snow should have kept him at home? The courage one would never kill, Until one has climbed Begging Hill; While one won't want...

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From the blood Of false conscience A sweet nectar is distilled Drank by those immersed In the pleasure of virtue...

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we soared over clouds didn't dare look below capricious emotions could wither or grow you played your guitar i liked what i heard but to finish your song you needed my word i'm low man on the totem pole and you're my belle of rock and roll "now play that song with twice the soul - ...

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Assimilated hope was slowly dying, it was a famine time of charity — A moral plague that persisted four centuries The stench of hatred hung heavy in the unforgiving air, as the spittle of anger reigned over barren hearts Letting stunted promises drench hollow souls, whose thirsty craniums were filled with epidermal fear toxicity Iron sky yield ... putrid harvest of melting pot hope...

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The bookstore door startles open with a man's hearty hand and sincere smile  landing upon this skirted lady,  bashful to be  coddled, but undoubtedly  wanting it. Mirrored cheeks widen   like the open door with hearts extending. Thanks is verbalized and humbly appreciated. He tilts his top hat and I am flattered by the flirt of uncommon courtesy. 4-9-2021...

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Beloved You know we are beyond imagination for are you not! Right hand and left we hold together all possibilities. Teach us how to be human, teach us to be humble yet only as humble as the brightest star. Humble the ego, it is a clever snake, but still only a snake, not holy, not real, but even ego can be a light if it loves...

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My sanctuary is a common place I keep it devoid of the human race A little paint on the glass makes a sign "Through these doors lies a solution Divine" "The value of 'x' is to be made clear As you, too, will hold algebra dear" Though years have passed and science has been cheered Algebra alone is hated and feared A perfect...

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she's claustrophobic, yet faces her fear head on she goes spelunking. Date written: 02/03/2020...

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I am the word of God A unique collection of 66 books I was inspired by the Holy Spirit As the fountain of God's knowledge I am called the Bible in bookshops and libraries In the hearts of men I dwell as the Holy Bible I am uncommon type of book I require uncommon type of reading As...

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