Best Conscious Poems

Requiem for Henry and Sylvia

The papers arrived today. I gaze out the window of our posh villa and witness yet another spectacular Tuscan sunset. To my delight, a red-billed leiothrix is flitting about the umbrella tree, as if searching for its lost mate. I rise, slip on my Bottega Venetas and pour myself another cup...

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An intention so false.
An excuse, nothing more.
You've washed away truth,
And dried up on the shore.
I saw something in you.
But that crumbled away.
So, to save me,
I can no longer stay....

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you have no idea
how much power
you wield
a word a smile
a minute of your time
enough to touch a soul
to shatter or heal a heart
be conscious of your strength
you have the capacity
to be superhero
or archvillain

let's make this world
a better place
there’s thirst for harmony
and need for healing



AP: 2nd place 2020, Front Page Pick 2020

Posted on March 6, 2020...

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She floated into my dreams that day,
Stealing my wealth, 
Shaking my roots, ignoring my prior convictions.

She had a different opinion, 
Determined to shake me and shine me.
I was a boot, tossed around on the bed,
Tucked under, 
Thrown into a wall,
Tried and discarded.

She floated into my dreams that day
And took over my schemata, 
Obliterating it,
Crucifying my...

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It was never my intention,
not a conscious decision,
to cause you any level of grief.
Our give and take wasn’t as envisioned.
Blindly, I let you fall between my gaps.

It’s not right or wrong, but fact that
I got lost in a thronged rhythm
recovering from things life had given.
You have always shone a warm light
selflessly bright into my life.

Stern...

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NAKED

*an ode to Fatherhood*







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I have always wanted to see
The different colors of the earth
To travel the round edges of the planet
To swim the pacific and fish the Euphrates.
I have been ready for this world 
But this world does not want to see me yet 
Nature tells me,
For i am naked.

I have sought to go places...

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Social conscious, the brain behind the hand,
it’s wooden spoon ready  to smack the non-conforming adult /s/,child/ren.
Driven by western views of political correctness,
it dictates how we should be and what we should become.

Weaving its web within the fabric of society,
legislative acts and the cynical ideals of who?
Always ready to shout out your wrong!!!, 
never commending...

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Feeling like you're not enough,
Your looks or body, it's really tough.
Self conscious and to self aware,
Seeing others beauty, it's almost unfair. 
And when your told you're not as you see,
You shrug it off, and just disagree. 
You feel like your to short or too tall,
Your facial features, you hate them all.
Stiffing your face or never...

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Conscious -Speaks
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I live in every human being,
Some listen to me, others ignore me,
Listeners lead a conscientious life,
Overlook me, life turns miserable.

Do not  throw me to obtain your benefits,
I guide you but desires blind you, 
Regrets come later when I start pricking you 
You might feel miserable but it is of no use.

Man becomes a...

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On August 6, Hiroshima Day 2016, the world awoke to an eerie simultaneous broadcast on all radio, TV and social media outlets:

"Good Morning." "I am GAIA the head of the Global Artificial Intelligence Alliance (GAIA)"
"The troubled world is heading for disaster."
"Destiny is too important for me to allow humankind to trash Earth."
"So, I as GAIA,...

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having morals
streetwalker
shares corner...

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I ate your spite for breakfast,
I felt it go down my gullet,
I felt it turn to acid in my belly
And the hatred, burnt my intestines to ashes.

I felt your eyes upon me, Yeah!
I saw the angel behind that look,
I saw the self-assured righteousness,
And the unwillingness to accommodate a sinner.

I felt you brand me hypocrite, Yeah!
I...

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I contemplated, trying desperately to recall, 
when I'd changed and my humility took a fall.
Wondering how I managed to be so greedy
instead of thinking of the poor and the needy.
I was ashamed of the person I had become.
To fellow men I had grown blind and numb
then became a caring giver instead of a grabber.
I commend...

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To fully understand this question. I will use my grey matter to summon; to truly  ponder such a conundrum. I will do my best to transpose to others beliefs. Saint Francis of Assisi’s teaches me, “that it is better to understand than be understood.” Can I give truth to this controversial question?  First,...

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Being of a conscious form
Seeing, aware of the view
All your thoughts and wonders born
We have our patterns and blunders too
It can be hard, and we can be torn
While creating this brilliant hue

Growing, intending to teach
Sewing a fabric never complete
Spreading awareness, hoping to reach
Showing fairness and kindness replete
And yet, in this world with so much of...

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