Inspiration Age Poems

Birds are meant to fly, so as I
Sky is meant to be open, so as I
Rainbows are meant to be colorful, so I
Memories are meant...

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When a shining light
comes of age, one can truly
admire, its beauty.

For which is greater?
The star that stays the same, or
the one that dares leap?

For a...

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From learning the abc’s, to count from 1 to 3 your favorite uncle singing the twelve days of Christmas, the particular line a partridge in...

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If God had to write a poem
Being the best divine writer
Ever
This poem
Would have been very simple
No words
No swords
Writing on the parchment
No, this is not a...

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My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month

Which acknowledgement ought to be year round,
similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic
unconditional acceptance and respect
crafted with...

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Old age once seemed like some distant destination on some horizon uncharted. Yet, just as one step in front of the other will take you...

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Waterways, red cliffs,
ancient underwater caves,
back to the Pangea age,
 continents fused as one.
I stand in the stardust
of a million-year-old memory,
a flutter of songbirds,
a bouquet of...

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If you only shout,
And are full of doubt,
On how to carry on,
When you turn the radio on,
Or no longer turn the tv on,
As fake is...

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She, my best-friend, left me in eighth grade
An emptiness that now finally fades
Insecurity and trust issues came to stay
A constant struggle, every single day

But through...

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Dear person, Here is something for you........... Your life is but a story that I am thankful for even being a mere character. Today is...

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BLUE
Is Pursue
RED
Hold Steady
GREEN
Stay lean being in shape
PURPLE
Make life simple choices
YELLOW
Be Confident and Assured
TAN
Don’t let any make you mad and throw you off your goal schedule
ORANGE
Joy...

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Brownian motion writ large...
within small medium 
as light brainstorm doth 
hail forth the following poem.

Across the realm of gray matter
slowly percolating within tissue
composed of neuronal,...

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“There is a mine for silver    
and a place where gold is refined.
             ...

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He stood on the corner
Every day save Sunday
The corner of 14th and Main
Not one darned thing could
Deter him--not even the rain
He spoke to the masses
To...

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Peeked over the edge of Monday
Weary…eyes blinking, birds chirping
Spoke to the Keurig: “black, no sugar”
It growled back, slowly.
It seemed to be saying:
“Never go jogging with...

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