Best Adaptability Poems

Mother Nature Cries

Mother Nature cries now her deep tears of true sadness,
For all the years of Man’s sad shame and utter madness.

Man has brought this...

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Deck of cards
Aces, Kings, Queens, Jacks, tens to twos, Jokers
Can society not be balanced as deck with equal no of Haves and Have nots ?...

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Desiring to know the totem guiding me,
I fell to sleep and dreamed, and in my dream,
a creature brightly painted crept its way toward me.
It spoke...

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Red ribbed tank top and panties.
Drawing and writing’s to earn commissary.
Rugged colored jumpsuits delivered daily through the bars.
A few women foaming at the mouth from...

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An aura of ease I carry with me.
A river, I’m rolling, just rolling along.
I move with an adaptability.
An aura of ease I carry with me.
Close...

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Reason is a tool,
it can not escape the boundries of calculation as oxygen departs from blood,
logic operates on the body of algorhythems thumping along trails...

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The moon dripped like wax through 
the canopy of the pines, light and 
shadow were scattered across the
ground like playing cards.
The air was still, the...

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Life is like that extent 
     Live that moment 
           ...

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Everything is depicted from a seed planted in the ground
Flourished to adapt in weather all around

Unrealized of the storms in which lies ahead
Rooted ability its...

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'Incapability,
has often been termed  to as
probability;
irresponsibility,
is responsible for
the unavailability
of the knowledge
of invisibility,

Adaptability,
has its benefits,
but in this world
of artists,
a capable human
is one,
who want to become
the...

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It is what it is,
or is it?
Change is evitable,
Man has flown across oceans on metal wings
and recently ceased burning witches.
Some changes bode for the better
and...

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A Sunday...

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Eyes stare from all sides
                  Exposed, raw emotions...

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Learning to embrace me.
From my receding hairline
to the scar I received
when I was three.
My adaptability
and changing
spirituality. 
For the things I keep
under lock and key
and the...

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ADAPTABILITY:  God seemed to have programmed life, in general, to be indiscriminate, allowing all of its good, bad, and ugly to rain upon His...

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