Action Poems - Poems about Action

lust is such an unpleasant word to hear~ when actions can speak louder...

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They are now but cash cows (a trough in which to quaff) for the many attendees who sit on long-winded Government-funded investigation committees no one around to hear the sound (of what falls in the woods) while their coffers swelled for all the papers printed on the ecology more than several trees were felled the fracking drilling boring too (found underground) wastes water in copious quantities releases greenhouse...

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When you leave, turn the lights off— It matters not to me, For I am the last subtraction From the sum of humanity. The stars have blinked their final light, Planets turned to dust, The galaxies collapsing inward— Even silence starts to rust. Religion is a dim memory, A ghost caught in black holes, A story written long ago To comfort frightened souls. There are no children...

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Isaac Newton is said to have stated, 'For every action, or force in nature, there is an equal and opposite reaction.' And the proof in his pudding is... If I exert myself in search of who knows what I want to be, it also brings to bear an equal and opposite influence on me. As, by doing so, my own headwind I create, which inhibits my...

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My body only realizes what eyes see clearly...soul feels deepy...

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cities bubbling with their stories life playing out with all its drama characters come and go behind every curtain falls a hero at other times a villain the city recycles bit parts for show biz in one continuous stage production AP: 3rd place 2025 Submitted on June 19, 2025 for contest 1391 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention...

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Rebellion and riverbeds start to dance with a rush flowing, slowing, then stalling. Both try perilously to gain traction, the current is treacherous take a stance. It may appear that you’re barely crawling, and then brute force takes over a fraction. At times the first step is all you can do but it’s enough to get something going. Often...

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Inspired by the new way... Our way! Blessings, Love and Light. You are a Miracle in Action By Michelle Morris 17/05/2025 In a world where everything is rushed Slow down... Don't get sucked into this Matrix Don't be fooled by the daily grind Too many of us were taught to work hard To give up freedom and dreams To give...

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How fortunate that I, correctly versed, knew hand-grenades are passive. At their worst, they maim and kill. But this is interspersed with usefulness: defenders have no thirst for carnage. Since the enemy had first used violence, they had to be dispersed. It fell to me. How often I’d rehearsed in nightmares what came next, how often nursed this killer in my hands. Like...

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Anyone can try to do any thing It doesn't take natural talent It takes desire, determination and practice It may take a lot of practice, but if you truly wish to do it, you can There are so many activities filling life So many things to try, enjoy, worthy of time Multiple things to choose from, your interests After the process of action...

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4/30/2025 My best friend, Pamela, died twenty-five years ago. Yet,.I can still see her dancing , green eyes, all aglow! I pondered me..as cold as ice, would one...

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I have my shelter from the elements my haven away from world madness my well of peace and harmony where it’s safe and i feel free within its confines. But really … is it more of a hideout where I ignore the call within to insurrection to rise against injustice or at least to come to the aid of its victims instead...

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Happiness in Action By Michelle Morris 07/03/2025 Chasing Happiness is an illusion Chasing Happiness is a dream A mirage in the desert A fantasy in the in-between In-between the moments In-between the years Where we forget about living Not enjoying our Gifts because of Fear Fear of missing out Fear that we're not enough Fear of comparison Fear...

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I feel As if my eyes Are nowhere to be seen And it’s just me. I feel As though my soul Has nothing to be found. What is this sound? Ah, yes, The beating heart. Though broken, but bleeding, But beautiful - the Art! I feel As well my path Is no-one’s to be deemed. But that’s just me! … I feel As I did then When knowing needed this healing. Why this again? … And, yes, The...

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Redeemed success Not by the mouth But by action....

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