World Poems | Examples of World Poetry

(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil) In A World of Our Own Making Everywhere I look I see what I see Through a lens of my own making A composite fly-eye’s view Of everything I have ever seen, Heard, touched, felt and known A world of my own making in constant flux. Everything is thus a filtered projection To a kaleidoscopic mind And...

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above skies come alive heavenly angels watching do not blink ~ comets flying by magical days and nights...

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No your burdens are not for us to carry We know your game You fake a smile Bat your little eyelashes Pretend you care Then reveal your true motive You want us to fight your battles for you But when we need help On your end all we hear is silence While you sit back and watch...

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"la monde saigne is French but in any language the world is bleeding" ...

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Oh Liza, dear Liza. My plane’s going down. I’m somewhere over the Pacific, but there's nobody around. Nobody to watch as this hunk of metal falls No one to weep as these blaring alarms stall. Dear Liza, my Liza. Now I’m going down. It’s not valiant or brave like you hear of in town. There was no gunfire, I’m just...

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in aquatic world peaceful, shimmering fins glide mysteries await by Zyrool 30/6/25 ...

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War isn’t new. Our world has been bleeding for centuries, crimson rivers running beneath the cities we call beautiful, masked by glass towers and neon lights. They build malls on buried bones, schools on scorched earth, paved roads across old battlefields where children once fell. This isn’t a fresh wound—it’s a festering one, hidden beneath...

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This world is a home to many creatures, ...

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What's happened to world serenity? It been trampled on and has run amuck, burned and wounded, ravaged by hate while people look on as though they're dumbstruck. The world has lost its identity and obscenities roll off angry tongues like machine gun fire from those filled with angst, trepidation and ire. Humanity is held in the choke hold grasp of hands...

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THE WORLD IS BLEEDING I suspect no tourniquet will help it now With the jugular of the world being cut And a loss of blood as our time will allow It needs rapid surgery, and nothing but We are way beyond taking our final bow The door to recovery is now slammed shut As a scared cow at the slaughterhouse, it seems Is...

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Words both good or bad are very powerful, bad words said are like a volcanic eruption to the soul. Why do family and friends hurt each other, do they not understand what it does to the other person ~ volcanic eruption of the soul takes place. These painful words and actions are like hot lava, hot lava running out from ones...

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The world is bleeding; anyone can see. Red with blood it is indeed. Oh, when from pain will we all be free? A sickness infects the bourgeoisie while we suffer from callous leaders’ greed. The world is bleeding; anyone can see. You can’t disguise wealth’s stench with sweet potpourri when slaves to poverty are mired in their need. Oh, when from pain will...

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inclusivity the world is our family love our religion...

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“Mom, they called my name I won.” “Mijo, estoy tan orgullosa de ti, qué bendición.” Her voice lifts when I tell her. Like music in a language they don’t teach in school. At the store, at school, at the doctor’s front desk I become her mouth. I become her ears. They...

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a two-second cukoo transfers his earworm to me and flits about his day...

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