Was Poems - Poems about Was

What once was made to be wrong; now can be made to turn out right. What once was wrong can be made to turn out to be made alright. What once was siding with the Left; is now siding with the Right. What once was sinking into the darkness is now shining in the light. What once was darkness;...

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I gaze upon an opaque silver sky, Descending dewdrops, developing above the mustache maw. Ascending the nape to taste cherubim cry, Permeating petrichor, pervade the nasal in auspicious awe. Palpable pain of tactile taps Kissing canker sores and rainstorm rush. Radically rampaging, for its rapid relapse Rain, it's infinite, swirling fervor flush To drown by an inundated impound, A vehement, vicious, void that immersed, Wandering...

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I remembered when you came for my birthday. It was years ago. Ten to be exact. You would not go home and stood long You almost slept in my bed since it was late Oh how it could have been a date Eight years prior I had dreamed that we would be in each others fate Well, with me that night...

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The mind, a garden once of vibrant hue, Now shadowed by the creeping silent frost, Where recollections once so clear and true, Like fragile petals, one by one are lost. The paths we walked, the skies of gentle blue, The voices loved at what a painful cost, They slip away like whispers on the breeze, And leave us yearning for remembered ease. ©bfa040425 ...

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No one was waiting for this poem that I wrote. There's not a thought in it that anyone will ever quote. So why did I write it, when I know damn well no one will ever cite it? Because writing is an Englishmajoritis antidote....

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Crazy crow flew in loops and whorls Flying pattern as scalloped as mama’s curls Wee witch said he’s the familiar for me Invited him to sup on blueberry afternoon tea Crazy crow flew in the window, around the kitchen twice The cat said “he looks marvelous, I think he’s nice.” She truly thought he looked plump and tasty too. When the crow...

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my grandmother’s name is Verna some look at her and see section 8, welfare checks, abuse and neglect they see insufficiency, ignorant independency, a trench-condemned wreck no collegiate education, no high-school diploma, they see a lack of dedication they look in my grandmother’s eyes and with the snap of their fingers subject her to poverty, they banish...

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Anyway There I was And here I am Not sure how Or why Just here You know that place The inescapable presence Of you in it Right where I was And where I am Can’t be done You say Ever sat where you were And not been there Ever been where you are And not been there I am always here Yet not always present Always present Yet not always here Not always sure Where I went I...

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There was love in an old, creaky sofa, where two weary souls found comfort night after night, tightly embraced, as if time had stood still to protect them. There was love in an old, faded photograph, with tattered edges, bearing the mark of time, yet still holding the smile of a rainy day, like a relic of happiness. There was love...

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Like you promised, I was timely awakened by the crowing of your cock. I'll never again question its utility as a remarkable alarm clock. It's so dependably punctual, so unquestionably functional. Too bad your cock ~ is so despised by everyone else on your block. ...

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She had a heart As cold as ice She had battles with everyone That came into her life She would say a nice word Every now and then But afterwards she Would be ripping of your head Hard to please Hard to talk to She didn't have friends Enemies quite a few We often thought If she hated us By the way she went If we made a...

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Caught at a crossroad duality reigns Closing you off or opening lanes That choice staring back in the distance provides A new destination or a place — you can hide (Dreamsleep: March, 2025) ...

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turbulence unrelenting despite sand blown eyes squinting all I could see was you… tossed around slammed to the ground dazed and confused still all I could see was you… hope eternal in the midst of furious hell upon me that fell still all I could see was you… as I drank from a bitter cup of tears and fears my vision transfixed all I could...

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If love was a boat, I would sail it everyday, i would explore ways to use it, i would fish from it, use it for skiing and for sight seeing. I would deliver things across the seas, and spend nights on it watching the stars. I would wash it with dedication and care ,and make sure every thing...

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a desert, devoid of fruition barren, from years of neglect praying for rain. Then you washed over me, and I bloomed Stifled and gasping for affection wanton for connection, but never satisfied drowning in desire. You breathed into me, and I gasped devotion. Lost, foraging for meaning, for purpose a foreigner to love's labors begging for solace. Your star...

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