Choice Poems - Poems about Choice

That age brings wisdom, mainly aged say, And yet, there comes a calm as passion dies; And as a poet said another day, The old, as good for nothing else, be wise. What would I wish a younger me had known? An honesty of purpose, without fear; The time is short, before from life we're thrown; Seek then a steady star, and...

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You can't force nor Can you choose anyone To be the ANTI-CHRIST It's not up to you It is solely up to GOD and his miraculous Choice and his timing ...

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We made the choice To follow Jesus Into his house We made the choice To go to and have a meal With Jesus Because he is the one that Invited us to his table We had drunk some wine And ate the host We made the choice Also to accept Jesus Into our lives We made the choice To live by Jesus rules We made the choice That we are going...

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Destined for hell, like the devil who fell, I reached out to the One who is brighter than the sun… and Oh, my, see the beauty of God’s Son! – by poet He owns the world, yet came to reveal the music of heaven – the grace that can heal He knows the heart’s worst, all the despair the...

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Freedom's foundation Birthed in choice Thus emerges Liberty's irony Freedom feels fatiguing...

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They say freedom is an experience - the sensation of looking into the eyes of another, and feeling the weight of a million life burdens lifted from their shoulders, or gently coasting along the riverbed of love's tender embrace. Yet, what use is in love's fruits without the ability to choose? Do they even grow at all? I contend true liberation is in...

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Eve took the apple, and gave it Adam, and everything changed. We were taken from paradise and moved to another place. That is now causing us to choose life or death. The apple was powerful and changed the world we should pay attention to the words and pray. God told us to follow all the rules....

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You are not an option but a choice, and you will be till the end, I never thought I'll say you this but now you mean much more than just a friend! When I look at you, I get lost in those beautiful eyes, I want to keep looking but the time flies I keep on waiting for your reply for your...

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They said you’d never survive, That there were complications with the pregnancy, They told me it would be painful, Yet they made you stay in my womb. They said there was nothing they could do, That you were too weak, They knew they couldn’t save you, But that they could save me. There used to be a choice for me, But I don’t have...

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What control do others truly have, over me today? Can their actions make me mad, or something that they say? Do I have to react to them, or is it my own choice? Whatever they say. Good or bad, it's still simply a voice. A voice are soundwaves from another, I receive within my ear. They can't do a thing...

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friends from an other mother ties mightier than blood we gather here and there the family we deserve AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 4, 2025...

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torn between two hearts— soft paws, warm smiles interlace love howls or whispers...

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I want to write a poem but I have no way of knowing If it’s coming or it’s going; how it starts or how it ends Should I try to make it funny; sickly sweet or bright and sunny Write of sex and lust or money, or about the latest trends It could be environmental or of something detrimental Something...

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in the now your mind in free a blank to welcome thoughts much like a garden you can sow which seeds to freely nurture weeds will grow out of your leftovers from a speckled past you have the power so select your future harvest wisely AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Submitted on March 30, 2025 to contest THE NOW CONTINUUM sponsored by UNSEEKING SEEKER...

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I wake, I breathe, I move, I fade, A specter stitched from a torn-out page. A thing that walks but leaves no trace, A mouth that speaks, but not a face. I press my hands to solid skin, Feel the warmth, the pulse within. It beats, it drums, it hums, it sways— But it is borrowed. Not mine—not mine. I wear a voice...

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