Change. Poems - Poems about Change.

Sharp questions make me reassess my thinking’s illogical mess Look at things a different way False premises and conclusions slay Hit me hard where it really hurts ...

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So much hate. Getting worse of late So many crying Dying Nation fighting nation, such a bloody duel Hate. Is the fuel Finding better ways to kill Not wanting to make a deal Lives they continue to steal Sad to see So much violence there be Technology of today Changing the way Innocents, civilians, gone in a blink of an eye As death falls from the sky Who...

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Two paths diverged into the woods, some choose the easier path. I followed my heart and chose to go straight. It was a treacherous path and made me the best I could be. I’m glad I chose the harder way, It was the right choice for me. I hope that you will chose as well, Blazing a trail only you can travail. ...

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It's one thing life is full of, change It is not enough we soar thirty century Future where unbelievable is possibilities reality Evolution mankind's ability to create a screen Even amongst themselves hide behind a image Perfection, what is it if we kill existence A war zone of destruction, our swallow hard Our pride, like...

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Seasons change New life blossoms New Beggings Sure to come However Stains of the past carry on The grip of racism Yet to let go Historical tragedies Come and gone But one remains timeless and strong Discrimination of a certain colour Hate towards black people Yes seasons change New mindsets born A system so flawed Has yet to be updated Houses destroyed...

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Contest : Alice through the Wormhole Sponsor : Tom Woody 29. 7.26 ______________________________ warm sun sweet liquid dark moist hole bristles soft sand wonder exquisite * ...

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Contest : Prior to Intent Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker 29.7.25 _________________ IN THE BEGINNING intentions set luminescent spiralling quarks already written as codes at birthing of Soul from Divine Mind intricate patterns of His-Her inconceivable eternal infinite Plans tracings of filigree Love dormantly waiting for its Time to flower then fade so Soul descends carrying its precious curriculum safely packaged spiritual missions into Heartspace many slumbering...

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if I could describe your soul it would be clear mirror shattering forevermore where pieces are jigsaw puzzles not fitting, falling under oak table stuck on persian carpet existing upside down on another planet soul shadows broken spiderwebs hanging on ceilings not existing another calls himself father holding elbow skin blowing in a wind...

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Last year's leaves long blown; Soon new leaves will fade and fall. Years fade...fall as leaves. -------------------------------------- A proposal made On Shiroyone's terraces; Rice is patient too. ------------------------------------- I awoke too late, You left before the dew came; The stars went with you. ...

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The wake of the storm... My known world razed to the ground. The rubble, my life. ...

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you gave me love and set me free i spread my wings and flew ...

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I'm tired. Mostly of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired. Of being disappointed with society. I'm tired. Of individuals with no integrity. I'm tired. Of greed and corruption. I'm tired. Mostly of being tired....

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You were the first love I ever wanted. You are the harsh reality. You were the sweet dream I longed for. You are the bitter truth that I have never known. You were the page of life's path. You are the one who took a step back. You were the faith. You are an invisible mask. You were a happy smile. You are the...

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this poem written for Bite Size Contest no119 Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, sponsor July 28, 2025 METAMORPHOSIS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ caterpillar, clad in emerald armor, pauses at the fence, a splintered barrier. it inches forward, a tiny architect of hope, navigating the spaces between the known and the unknown, as if the journey itself is a metamorphosis. ...

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Don’t know what was wrong with Aunt Jenina Though her face bore a dull green patina Her pancakes sure tasted good Like buttermilk pancakes should ...

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