Being Poems - Poems about Being

Sound, with nothing to echo off, stretches endlessly. Actually, back then, sounds echoed each other, and silence was hard to hear. Back then, silence wasn't deep, so I couldn't hear my footsteps. Without hearing my footsteps, I didn't know where I was walking. Back then, I couldn't hear my voice. Without hearing my voice, I didn't know what I was thinking. The voice saying "good night" stretches endlessly through the midnight where no...

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Spine chilling velocity Willing feverish ferocity Pollution spilling atrocity Pushes our buttons Top billing forging Fiendish drilling pomposity Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons Coining the term “purloining” Plunder even here down under Cast asunder..can hear the thunder In the proud land of The long white cloud Scold from the fold to heal But won’t listen..do a deal Gaudy gems appeal..glisten History sold for pieces of gold Cower to...

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The sky was gray, the trees were bare, I walked alone through halls of glare, Where whispered words like nettles grew, And silence had a sharper hue. They jeered and laughed with hollow pride, But none could see the tears I’d hide— A quiet soul with hands held tight, Afraid to speak, afraid to fight. But stars are born in darkest skies, And truth...

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In the beginning was the Single Stroke Roll— left-right, left-right, the primordial heartbeat of existence itself, each alternation a binary choice between being and non-being, the eternal paradiddle of consciousness striking against the drumhead of reality. Listen: the Buzz Roll of morning traffic ten thousand souls creating multiple bounces against the stretched skin of commuter silence each ghost note a rhythmic prayer unheard each...

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Accept tribute and insult Because a flower to grow, Takes both sun and rain. We became angels on social media. If it is in real life, We just become a human being. Be happy by taking picture All for yourself or for nature, A social slavery common nowadays. Who forgot to give a taste of smile Our eyes will cry a lot profusely After reading social...

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Maybe all this time I have never loved anyone, Even God above—but I asked Him to change my personality into a wise and loving human being, And prevent me from wasting something rare, So that I don't feel lonely anymore...

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Human being, a stretched rope between the divine and the animal, a difficult balance between the marvelous and the abysmal...

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Here is a poem for Mental Health Awareness week: We never know how a person truly feels inside. Sometimes we hide behind a smile. Remember to check on your friends and family. Don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it. I look into the mirror, What do I see? ...

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You are the warmth of the summer sun That makes me long for distant shores On a rainy day You are the gentle breeze that bathes my face At the end of winter when spring flowers Come out to play You are the magnificence of the elusive moon That bids farewell to a day of joy And renders me whole You are the sweetness...

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you were completely comfortable being miserable like pain was a roommate like the yelling was a lullaby like love was supposed to sting, and silence meant everything was fine he broke you in chapters never enough to close the book just enough to fold the page over so he knew where he was up to you wore makeup like armour told yourself “it’s not that bad. he's just...

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Shyness feels like solitary confinement. It isn't cute; it's a setback that makes me feel like committing masochistic violence. Stuck in silence, ultra violet, mental riot, Nobody likes a shy guy, and the shy guy doesn't like being shy. If I had the courage to scream, maybe my life wouldn't be so quiet. ...

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May we be blessed to understand when with money we are bewitched… There is a difference between earning a great deal of money and actually being rich. ...

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I never learned to look at shop windows without searching for the walking shape of your footsteps. The umbrella abandoned beside a rusted bicycle resembles you more than any living body. On the wet pavements, an old woman feeds the pigeons with the same patience you once had for all the things I forgot. Someone plays Bach in an alleyway, and the notes...

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If there's one thing to remember as you travel life's highway We're all made of the same stuff Bones, skin, hair, and smashing good looks Oops sorry, not everyone is blessed with good looks like this dude Mummy and Daddy's genes combined For an extraordinarily handsome specimen of male virility Had to fight the girlies off with a big stick I know,...

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I am universe I am object of love, trust, faith I am absolute so I feel as I walk into sparkling eyes of my loving pet...

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