Life Poems
do you think we're friends in every universe?
by t.e. talbott
"do you think we're friends in every universe?"
i think sometimes
you're an unexpected present in June,
the gift of consideration outside of birthdays.
sometimes i'm gratitude, a full heart
thanking the heavens for you.
sometimes i’m the white-washed face of God
in someone's painting,
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Let It Enfold You
by Charles Bukowski
Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.
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Gone Fishin'
by Delmar Pepper
I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
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— Shall Become As —
by Evie Shockley
You put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from
my hand. the night
before the full moon
the moon seems
full. what is missing
is a dark hungry
sickle, the sliver
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Tijd 02
by Mario Odekerken
Tijd glijdt als water tussen vingers,
stil,onafwendbaar.
Geen begin dat je echt voelt,
geen einde dat je kunt vangen.
Het verandert alles,
zonder dat het zelf verandert.
Gezichten vervagen,
woorden worden echo's
in kamers waar niemand meer spreekt.
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Comes a time
by Mario Odekerken
Comes a time
when the road no longer asks
where you've been,
only where you stand.
The sky does not explain itself,
nor the heart its turning.
Stillness gathers,
and something within
finally listens.
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Circles spread on the surface
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Circles spread on the surface
And disappear in the pool
And do it so lightly - it must
Be starting to sprinkle.
Where are the grayish clouds
I should see in the reflection?
Where are the tapping sounds
And the shift in the wind?
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Zeit 02
by Mario Odekerken
Zeit gleitet wie Nebel über Felder,
lautlos,unerbittlich.
Kein Anfang,den man wirklich spürt,
kein Ende,das man greifen kann.
Sie verändert alles,
ohne sichselbst zu verändern.
Gesichter verblassen,
Worte werden zu Echos
in Räumen, die längst leer sind.
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Tijd 02
by Mario Odekerken
Tijd glijdt als water tussen vingers,
stil,onafwendbaar.
Geen begin dat je echt voelt,
geen einde dat je kunt vangen.
Het verandert alles,
zonder dat het zelf verandert.
Gezichten vervagen,
woorden worden echo's
in kamers waar niemand meer spreekt.
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Time 02
by Mario Odekerken
Time moves like wind across a plain,
unseen,but shifting everything.
It does not pause to ask permission,
nor turn to see what it leaves behind.
A moment is born,then swallowed.
Memories stretch,fade,
or return uninvited.
We chase it,
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (80 poems about Life)
5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin -
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