Best Preoccupy Poems

Here, I am...
Retired,
Happy,
Sitting on the relaxing throne of my age,
Reminiscing what I went through in life.
A mere spectator I have now become,
Observing in silence the works of men,
Having no worries
Of carrier advancement,
Of acceptance,
Of recognition...

My only concern is my path to the heavens!
 
Free at last!
Liberated,...

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As darkness absorbed in my reveries, my usual lapse accommodated itself in height of melancholy but not in this conscience. Then I found myself in my room and my window opened. Everything in upheaval, a white structure, huge, marvelously at apex of my window. I...

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Setting aside richly incorporated through homeless economies,
we have three political ways
to compare a population's internal status:
a. Aboriginal populations,
b. Immigrants--sometimes appearing as multiculturing creolic waves,
c. EmPowered Natives.

Natives are aboriginals
unless a more self-centered wave of supremacist immigrants
stake and successfully defend their claim to be rightful
through mightful
or maybe...

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There is a time in life we might regret
in missing opportunities to learn
that which we thought somehow could be offset
since living current days was our concern.

That time has haunted me as years flew by,
and looking back, so wish I took the time
to gather facts untold-...

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Time Traveling
                      by Odin Roark

When time travels,
    Does the clock wonder
          As...

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Get lost deep within your 
thoughts
Mind focused on your heart
Teach me the secrets to your 
soul, for I want to be taught
There's plenty of fish in the sea 
but only by u I want to be 
caught, constantly on my mind, 
You preoccupy my thoughts
Satisfy...

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My eyes transmute to dark, forest greens.

(Isn't the forest supposed to be beautiful?)

She's beautiful, nothing at all like me.

I make acrimonious convictions about her, and 

sadly, it provides me with such relief. 

I shouldn't preoccupy myself with such maliciousness;

I am desirous of who you are....

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It is strange don't you think 
how time can have different tempos 
at the same time
while I try to preoccupy myself with something other than you 
the time passes 
you could say in it's usual way
but then during its usual momentum of passing 
I think...

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After the storm with rain of yesterday
Condensation rises in the hollow
Cobalt clouds struck by the sun so far away

Swallows rise chasing bugs and crows follow
The sun behind the clouds cast an array
Shades of pink magenta slowly swallow

As seconds go by the sky doesn't stay 
Dressed...

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All I seem to do is piss her or annoy her from close to afar, n it comes again, a time when I see that I cld really use a friend or three, to help preoccupy these harsh hands, from a tired man, holding myself...

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All I seem to do is piss her or annoy her from close to afar, n it comes again, a time when I see that I cld really use a friend or three, to help preoccupy these harsh hands, from a tired man, holding myself...

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I whisper every night in the still of darkness
My eye fill with tears “keep my children safe” God I used to prey
But 365 days ago came true a parents greatest fear.
God has taken back that precious gift he once gave
Now every Sunday a rose we...

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The power of persistence,
ponders on perfection,
poverty pertains to people,
with partial privileges,
possessing parallel postures,
pursuing a proper position,
practicing profitable participations,
putting this potently poetically,
pursuing to press on powerfully,
penalty and punishment preoccupy
prisoners of pain....

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Daedalus And Icarus

E'er thee an apparatus means to fly,
Ye equaling a part of chambered lofts,
Bestow upon thee that preoccupy,
Serendipitous thou challenges softs.

Ye, Crete's labyrinth denotes completion,
I shalt ere thee pleasure my dream to be,
Near its end, I urged sage words to my son,
Abandon naught for...

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Some say that Love's 
imagination -- no medic
can plot and find; like 
science disproves a soul,

better ice cream in a solid bowl --   

some say love's a mere
occupation -- Bread and
Butter of the poet; the bard
and musician like snow-balls
scoop-up, compress and throw
it~

stick to...

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