Change. Poems - Poems about Change.

Whichever pathway you decide to choose, They’ll always be lessons and lots of clues. On every pathway, lessons will exist, Finding truth will require that you persist. Walking a path, does not learning assure. Takes more than presence, learning to secure. From your doubt you ask, “why aren’t I learning?” Lacking desire, the internal burning. In the present, let the path...

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Tattered by bad decisions, misdirected, unheard questions that remain answered. In a dilemma unequivocally side tracked by distorted thoughts that occupy one's mind in such a matter. On many occasions succumbed by blindspots, Yielded by one way symbols, directional lights. Illuminated calmly on one's voyage a mission of a shift . A changeover of uncertainty,...

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Musings Of Rimi...A Versatile writer I do have huge intrest in high talent mgt' I do still pen whether am wrong or right I still do love a 'tad' too deeply even now I still aspire to reach for the stars so now I will scribble with a dream to make it now I do still know to make it kaa...

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Guess who just had a baby Then hearing about another death of a celebrity Say hello to a group of friends But look down and see I’m mute again So Put in my password and username But everyone logs into a different game What? Am I the shadow? Just An upvote, a like? Part of a brand? Yes, please let...

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Diving deep in the pond of the sub-consciousness I die every night, you die every night too This is our way of rejuvenating the body This may sound crazy, eerily or even spooky, However, this is absolutely or definitely true Our body makes a special trip to correct the mess Which takes place from a certain time to the other We die...

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Take me out back, I'll face the other way, Lay me on the floor, Help me gain my balance, So you can hurt me more. Treat me like a dog, kick me till I bleed, Watch me come back to you, And lay at your feet. Call it love, call it loyalty, call it anything but what it really is— a craving to be needed even in the breaking. I...

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Last Dance One grows with adventure true anticipations across a lonely sea but logically my work is safe tuck away in Anthology Fate published and quoted by millions all over the world so far just three they are No Matter What one two my Piano Teacher and Roses Are Red Violet are Blue...

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Why is my face split in two? A twin I call her Confident and beautiful Funny and entertaining Her smiles light up every room. A life of the party Excellent in every word. A frown I like to wear I leave the smiles to her It suits just one of us. I think I'm not that pretty The face we share...

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Roses are red (But not this one) My lust for you is dead...

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thought i'd stand by you while you lied and cheated you thought i'd watch and help along the way well you thought wrong i want no part of it AP: 2nd place 2025...

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Remorseless time will take all of you changing all that was. For better or worse, that change will always be alien to your originality. Unto us a child is born daily. The flower has died a thousand times, yet it will bloom in the darkness as light. Time has always been ramosely compassionate, endlessly changing a false coin to resurrected gold....

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In my experience between the two I'm not naming names but what people say and what they do are not always one and the same as they don't follow through life gets in the way I understand but that's no reason not to let me know there's been a change of plan when told I'll call give you a ring is when I know I'll never hear from them ever again all...

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Despairing of lightening her mood ten children her burden her life spent pushing and tugging ...

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The factories long disappeared, Silent structures still stay; And more drugs than dreams have appeared, In Kensington today. The north of the Ave has its shine, Less fine, southerly way; Best Philly, and worst, intertwine, In Kensington today. Six miles, in a small corner curled, “What matter?” you may say; Well, the world is here, here’s the world, In Kensington today. ...

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Without my scars I wouldn't be who I am today I'm branded to live a prodigy I look strong I was built by fragile moments... Without my bruises I wouldn't have known What healing feels like I had to break to mend I earned my knowledge Through a remake Of my broken pieces. I was purified through storms... Call me a...

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