Aim Poems - Poems about Aim

Yes, Justice aspires to be blind, But Cupid is not far behind. His aim is so loose, A moose and a goose Once found that their stars were aligned....

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Aim dead center, O aeon! Era, this is now. Ergo, O my stern scion; Come to anyhow! Looking-glasses are like wind. Reality grinned. Terror, tiger, tamarind! Sacred til he sinned... Gaunt the gambrel goblin? No smile a-face today. Whirling dervish, loud the din! War, be on thy way! Grey of the nebula pond; Why is waiting good? Yellow-speckled viper yawned! Gone but understood! Kingdoms are like prophecies? Yes, in this context: Rife, roil,...

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Aim For the Stars Aim for the stars, even if you don’t reach the stars, at least in time, you made it to the Moon or Mars. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison...

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we as living light choicelessly chose to experience limitation so to this end, we caged Self in form to vividly feel each sensation now entering trance entailed a risk since truth of who we are would be veiled so we put a time limit to life to restore light, if on earth we failed no matter what we do, we’ll succeed either in this...

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Proceed, my child proceed With a smile on your face With positivity and grace With compassion in your heart Proceed, my child proceed With strength in your mind leaving weakness behind With stars in your eyes Proceed, my child proceed With progress as your aim All the hardship you can tame With determination and zeal Proceed, my child, proceed ~Indira...

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I aim to live in the here (ahem hair) and now... despite entrenched familiar obsessive compulsive disorder behavior distracting me courtesy countless what if scenarios, particularly before undergoing voluntary drastic makeover as iterated in a previous poem, and briefly recounted here as foregoing Samson personification now please don't blame Delilah! Once the decision made (two weeks ago September twenty fifth two thousand and twenty four) to finally liberate yours truly...

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life as impulsed in the ethereal domain now plays out for us in linear time to maintain element of surprise our memory stands erased instinct, discernment and finally silence represent octaves of awareness the ladder marking ascent of our astonished soul yet awareness bereft of love is barren so we slow down pulse of silence and set up soul’s intent wave to merge in...

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Cricketers playing on the lawn White figures on the grass The rhapsody of ringing phones Is heard as passers pass It’s just the picture of a large Idyllic sunny day Uneven shadows on the marge Are also in the play No pawns to sacrifice for kings No queens rampaging free The game looks peaceful, so it brings A sense of peace to me What if I...

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AN Honest Aim There is a frame for an honest aim. Not like a click for a photo flip. It is for a give when a take is clear. An honest aim at a shot so near. There is a back when a lost is found. Next to a turn in an upside to a frown. It's a smile in...

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They all think me more than I am Must be these songs I sing again and again Even I’m starting to believe in them I wish I could start this life over again Till then I’ll forget these feelings ever happened Erase these visions from my mind Perfectly balanced, well read with a killers aim I die a little with every...

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It’s a shame, years of heartache takes aim Loaded with the drugs and yearning to forget I aim for my head Like there’s no going back It’s a shame, years of heartache takes aim Innocent love gone in the fire Only ashes and heartache left on fire Dreaming of this day To be free of the pain Leave it all behind Cause there’s no...

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Ready...Aim...Fire! In light of tension twixt brinkmanship rumbling one East Asian Tiger country otherwise known as "the land of morning calm," yours truly t'will invite "freedom foo fighters" tubby regaling with a jubilant aire total mortal Kombat levels threat of human warhead bomb dubbed "Fat Boy.” I barely get ma palm pilot sized dear derriere i.e. gluteus maximus in the air just a cat whisker across the...

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A Dream at its Voyage A dream is swimming across the ocean of my sleep, which I had weaved in my heart long ago. It is faltering like a lonely wave, that finds no shores. It feels weary and cannot wend anymore... Ho! It is drowning into the unknown depths in the darkness. No! It cannot perish in the halfway of...

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My dear little one, listen to me, There's something important, I want you to see, It's about having a goal, a purpose, an aim, It's about working hard, and never giving up in shame. Aim high, my child, reach for the sky, With every step forward, you'll learn and you'll try, You'll stumble and fall, but...

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Write a poem with or without rhyme But, wisely arrange useful thoughts Your ideas must help in fine musing Always supply noble views shrewdly Spend not too much time to write As spontaneous feelings are better The force with which your brain acts May bring emotions like a water falls Either by looking at the vast blue Sky Or by studying the star-studded night Or...

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