Poems about things



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№ 1210253

Dangerous Things

Creatures of the deep,
Lurk the bottom of the sea,
But scare me less than you.


dangerous,  things.

Author: Lady Ravenhill
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Date: 07/04/2020


№ 1210024

Things I'm Not Yet Okay With

I keep seeing your eyes everywhere i go.
I keep feeling your arms wrapped around me
In my dreams.
Sometimes i'll be driving through
A beautiful sunset
And your scent will come
Across me.
I had every crack and callus on your
Hands memorized.
And now I barely remember the sound of
Your voice.
And thats life
And I am trying to be okay with that.
Okay with the fact that I might die
One day without ever seeing you again,
Hearing you again.
You were my life and now
You're absolutely nothing but
A memory.
All I want to know is if you
Miss me too.
This is the cold truth about life.


things.

Author: I walk among the clouds
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Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1209968

The Little Things

Put a flower on your pillow and write a small love note. Do the dishes without you asking, and give you the t. v. remote. Set aside an hour just to listen to what you have to say. Invite your mother to dinner and cook while the two of you chat the night away. Though they may not seem like much, they are what makes love worth while. Taking time to do the little things is what makes a relationship worth while.


things.

Author: James M Vines
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Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1209781

Small Things to a Happier Soul

I have been reading more.
I have been tipping my waitresses more.
Stopping on intersections to pet the passing canine.
Attempting to watch what I eat.
Having strong work ethic.
Bumming a smoke.
Paying the electric on time.
Talk less about me,
Let's hear more about your day.
You, you, you.
That should sidetrack the deafening of my thoughts.
Throwing pennies into fountains,
Tossing a dollar or two to the street performer.
Seeking fulfillment.
Not there,
Not yet,
Not happy,
Not a ton.
With this pattern I await a beacon.
With this pattern I await direction.


happier,  small,  soul,  things.

Author: Moris
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Date: 06/04/2020


№ 1209186

Little Things

I get a little sad,
At little times,
Over little things.

Little things like my friends
Ignoring me and talking over me.

Little things like being alone
In a room full of people.

Sometimes it's the little things,
That make me smile on
The darkest days, waking me
From my sleepy stupor.

Little things like someone
Who holds the door.

Little things like sharing
A smile with a stranger.

It's the little things
That mean the most
In this little, cruel world.
This little blue dot.


things.

Author: Liz And Lilacs
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Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1208492

Tinker Things

Tinderbox is full of Tinker things
Rarely do I open it to take out anything
It sits where I had placed it many years ago
Don't know why I kept it, just compassion, couldn't imagine a toss into the trash would be an alright thing to do.

There is a subtlety of sad emotion when something that I have kept in my possession, no matter what it's purpose might be, might one day be an easy afterthought, to have forgotten why I acquired it originally.

I feel a twinge of ungrateful abandon to think these little tinker things, I will toss with the used, useless, unwanted things.
I feel that it would be strangely out of place, to lay among the trash.
I think sometimes I think to much, but I'm kinda glad I do.
Those tinker things must have a place of valued memory in mind, that I'm not quite ready to let part... I must always appreciate the Value of Things.


things,  tinker.

Author: Venusoul7
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Date: 05/04/2020


№ 1208264

Things my parents taught me

That once you give something, it's yours to rip from them
That the love you have must come at the expense of the people around you
That every conflict must be met with loud noises and anger
That being alone is a dangerous thing
That being alone is the only safe place
That to feel comfortable with someone, you have to assert your dominance
That you can never feel comfortable
That to ask a question means there's something wrong with you
That my opinions mean nothing and I am never right
That if I'm upset, it's not their fault but mine
That no matter what the situation is, my feelings are invalid
That happiness or sadness has more to do with sleep than choice
That 'genetics' give people an excuse to be assholes
That if someone's going through a hard time, they're allowed to fuck up their children, but apparently the children's hard time doesn't matter
That a child is less of a person because they are a child
That only your own schedule is important and other people are not to be thought of
That nothing is really private
That I never want to be a parent
And you know what's fucked up about all this? that my friends are going home to verbally and emotionally abusive households, that at least four of my closest friends have panic attacks on a regular basis because of their parents, and the whole world can only just laugh and shake their head and say 'ah teenagers am I right? ' I'm sick of adults normalizing pain for an entire age group when they are the ones that cause it. I'm sick of my parents being the only negative thing in my life, and in other people's lives. I'm sick of being on lock and key for no reason and being afraid to say anything because they might jump down my throat. I'm sick of seeing my best friend cry and I'm sick of looking at her father. I'm sick of watching my parents kiss each other and then curse at me for walking the dog ten seconds later than they wanted. I'm sick of getting pages of text messages from people who feel so broken and alone that they have no one else to turn to. I'm sick of it.


parents,  taught,  things.

Author: M
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Date: 05/04/2020

№ 1208238

Poem: Greater Things

With assistance of the Holy Spirit,
Compelling achievements will be seen;
Supernatural strength is available to...
Overcome the nonsense of human routine.

As His responsible Christians today,
We must mature and have understanding
Of the authority and power given us
By Christ, to address Life's demanding.

When we have not, it's the direct result
Of not asking for... what we really need.
Working from our natural strength fails,
And we will be trampled by sin's stampede.

The fleshly combination of impure motives
And one's selfish, wrong timing for results
Will keep one ensnared in Satan's traps-
Insuring the onslaught of ongoing assaults

That interfere with one's divine purpose.
Prayer remains a violent, spiritual force
That interrupts the enemies' plan against us.
We have a High Priest who keeps us on course-

One Who understands our weaknesses, infirmities
And the God-given abilities for Kingdom victory!
Come boldly now, to the heavenly throne of Grace;
Enable your faith with prayer and learn to see

That Faith only works by the power of His Love.
Be anxious for nothing, with real thanksgiving
And let your specific requests be known by Him.
Only in His Name, can we achieve... greater things!
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
John 14: 12-14; Jam 4: 1-2, 5: 13-16; Heb 4: 15-16;
Gal 5: 6; Mark 11: 22-25; Phil 4: 6; Luke 10: 19

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
Http: //amzn. to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.


greater,  poem,  things.

Author: Joseph J Breunig 3rd
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Date: 05/04/2020

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