Aspirations Poems - Poems about Aspirations

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I am a sifter So I can be objective Regarding the sincerity of my smile About why I laugh About whom I assign The key that renders my being whole I am a sifter So I can be intentional Regarding the weight of my words About when I speak About whom I honor With the deepest secrets of my soul I am a sifter So I can be...

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drifting~~not always aimless drifters’ destinations, not always nameless just seems so to judgmental eyes of those who think they are so wise and cannot conceive why others believe differently about how to achieve ...

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A crystal skyline in the azure air, Where wishes dance and spirits dare. I stretch my hands toward stars that gleam, Yet find my hopes are but a dream. A radiant glow, a whispered sigh, That shimmering pie in the sky....

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Oceans are rising, ...

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Aspirations are a self revealing Impress, ...

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What twisted pleasure do you derive From crushing others’ precious dreams? Why would you feel so much more alive Only if you hear a dream’s dying screams? Find your own aspiration, your own goal. Rejoice in the gift of talent granted to others. With the punches and kicks of life simply roll; Don’t be the one who their hope smothers. Rise above your...

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Merrily Merrily cold January 2018 Damian wakes up late Saturday morning There was hardly a warning and She danced her way over to Damian's Bed. Hey lover, how's life?" 10 am. He pulled her onto his lap, saying, "it's sooo much better now that you're here." He spoke Cautiously then "We have to be careful or we'll be...

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The poet was young, just born - her innocent words, forlorn. Still, she was as euphoric as a pig in mud - rolling around the sweet corn. Her wit was swill, but she drilled. Dictionary at her fingertips, she thrilled. Playing, like a piglet with fodder, one day, with practice, her verse killed. 2/10/2023...

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When the time arrives to perspire first suspire ~ then aspire to inspire...

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My soul is encaged within ribbed walls Bound by body as if shackled and tethered. What would it wish if one could be granted? To be freed from my mind, from my body depart? No, that's not what I believe with all my heart. Does it feel the intensity of my physical pain, or wounds that left scars on my...

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As I have been recently looking back all these years I've been writing it's filled my heart with such joy made my life with such lighting I have always loved a pen in fact, everywhere I go, I buy one especially love a uni-ball eye Its ink just flows getting words done Rhyme is my favourite poetry having been inspired so much bringing out from...

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I have penned that I write for the pleasure, Not the wealth or the fame I might possibly gain, But in hopes that when somebody reads me, He'll enjoy and remember my name. And I may get you yet, "Poet Laureate", I'll have all the requirements, I'm sure: I'll have lived; I'll have loved; Suffered pain and remorse; And that one other thing, now,...

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When we're young Full of aspirations Full of time Full of ability But actions delayed Like most of the politicians When we're old Too little aspirations Too little actions Because too little time Too little ability Like the common people But aspirations and actions Are parts of a bond Or a pair of lovers That can't be separated As politicians and people Are closely related and dependant Politicians...

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I am like an oak, she had often told us. I will never bend to anyone’s will, especially not his. He was her captor, so she decided to bend. Like a willow, to survive. By the time she was finished she was a dandelion, and all of her determined pieces had blown away. What was left standing was not powerful enough...

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