Best Big Question Poems

Energy is neither created, nor destroyed
but does transform
witness the log burning in the fireplace
cellulose and lignin combining with oxygen
yielding heat, water and CO2
and with you...

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A misty  reflection
in the mirror
of life


a fragile shadow
on the wall
of boundaries


A deep echo
in the tunnel
of thoughts

A  soft whisper
in the voice
of dreams


a broken emotion
in...

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(So many were protesting about America's secret involvement with ISIS but I didn't believe it until I read this latest news, shocking and disgusting. Poor...

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She was a nirvana mama, there ain’t no doubt
and that meant much a nothing to me,
and nothing ain’t nothing I care about,
so nothing couldn’t set...

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Headphones
Wonderful Things Right?
Until They Put Up A Fight
"Can You Hear Me Now?"
We Say Back And Forth
Like We Expect That One Of These Times, Its Going...

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What am I looking for, what am I hiding
reunited with my past self, can't help but repent;
did I lose myself or am I still finding,
hoping...

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Hi.
We don't have a lot of time,
or, well, I guess you do,
but I don't,
so let's plunge right into the first big question:
Which came first, form...

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As I walk through the turmoil of ADHD
I wonder to myself, why did it have to be me?
what happened to me as a child?,
to make...

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Santa Claus is a scary dude. 
Right up there with God. 
He watches our every move
and keeps score with a list
that he checks twice to...

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MY GREATEST ADVENTURE

The greatest adventure of my lifetime took place in a quaint little town on the East Coast  ---  a town whose...

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Thankfulness: the opposite of complaining
This isn’t going to come easily, it will take a little training
It’s the concept of being content with all that we...

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The nation is thrown into grief.
Our national flag is flying at half mast.
Everyone is wearing a sack cloth.
The dangling axe fell on us.
And the mighty...

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Is it real or are you faking 
it? ;
Can you testify truly 
without a hit?
That it is as strong as it 
seems? ;

Even in the...

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Born in black

I squeezed for the white milk

From an unknown Breast

On the streets

I was a month old as a feast (0-1)

I balanced my feat

Raised my...

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now there’s a tongue twister
which has sunk weighted by disbelief
to the bottom of memory
this is a rescue attempt for 
eyes trapped behind closed lids
underlying rather...

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