Best Measurement Poems

Can  love then,  be based
on an index of elements
from which one joyfully tumbles,
or drifts into equations, as we wander
toward a rush of serendipity...

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STAMINA

Nowhere near a force of nature
Challenging a source of nature

Building with the will to survive
A small measurement for those who strive

Lessons when it comes to...

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There once was a poet who despaired
though blessed with a fair amount of flair
that he was way too thick
to master limericks
counting words an arduous affair...

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I would like to spill,
What is harbored in my soul.
I would like to say,
Things that no one really knows.
·
I’d apologize to you,
In a measurement beyond...

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it comes in rapid progression
parting reality with subtle lisps.	 brown eyes
a forest floor of fern
   ever changing with the seasons
	   ...

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Inching, inching, slowly inching;
Inchworm loopingly inching along.
Measuring, measuring, carefully measuring;
Careful to measure no measurement wrong.
          ...

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A fabric of thought

A state of the unknown

A woven measurement called time

Alway moving forward toward infinity

No boundries, no mass,no form,

only the ticking of the clock

Or...

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The pursuit of happiness is…
…mining each moment for something that feels good.
Moments are all about savoring, appreciating…
…and taking in without resistance whatever it is that...

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The past is depression 
The future is anxiety 
and this is the lesson
you live in neither these

Past dealings can’t be dealt with now 
when dealt...

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drifting in and out 
or was it the other way around?

floating away
instead of towards what made sense 
both suspended in the air 
with only recognition...

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Time- a measurement done in the labs at the University--
We two, young, immortal, vibrant felt no time.
Grasping each other tightly as the world spun in...

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Victorian white lace, ivory fair of face,
Lips as red, the rose bud does grow, and is
Cut's deeply by it's own thorns.
Graceful maiden, beauties sheer elegance,
Of...

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Cavemen thought only of self preservation and sex.
In someway evolution was faltered.
Man learned to measure:

You cannot hold an inch, or a mile,
you cannot see a...

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Four men standing in a row and then one laid across,
Just sticks of time and marks upon the wall,
A measurement of attitude, of loneliness and...

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THERE IS A RIVER

there is a river
that’s flowing down to the sea
and i would enter 
floating along    peacefully
down to that ocean of...

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