Choice Poems - Poems about Choice

If you're looking for change, don’t wait for kindness to reward you, or for broken systems to apologize. Look in the mirror, Ask yourself if today was built on truth. The kids we tried to help I wish I could give them softer starts. But the truth? Even with soft starts Life can lead to hard ends...

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We are all born for such a time as this today Everyone had enough of the worlds fighting How long will this selfish greed carry on for? Are we any different from all our ancestors Viewing the world for what's it has to hold Eventually, we became consumers of greed Anger only hurts those showing the anger Children's we got to learn...

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The wind stood still, the stars held breath, Two voices rose in life and death. One whispered start, one thundered close, Each pulled the soul where no one knows. Beginning sang with morning light: "Come rise with me, embrace the fight. Your dreams are seeds; they’ve just been sown— Why fear the path you’ve never known?" End replied in velvet tone: "But peace is...

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perception sees beyond reality interprets to the best of its ability optimism keeps fire burning in one’s heart while pessimism gleefully tears everything apart instead of being boggled with the mundane romance fills our days with wonder and champagne a dusting of fantasy does wonders to cast a spell kicks life up a notch and that’s no bagatelle Submitted on July 5,...

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Contest, Lost, Sponsor, Craig Cornish, Date 6/23/2025 When friends suggested, “Try cocaine!” Mike’s “No” would reckon choice. His mom ignored this new campaign; rebuff became Mike’s voice. Having seen what crack does to his mom, Mike felt no peer sway, but still stayed ...

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every second is a choice I could draw a cartoon play with my dogs clean the refrigerator every minute is a choice I could paint a canvas write thirty-two poems vacuum the house every day is a choice I could meet my friends read other people’s poems wash the dishes cleaning the refrigerator vacuuming the house and washing the dishes are out I could read other people’s poems though...

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It's conscious. It's deliberate. It's empowering to the extent you decide. Reality is forever up for interpretation ~ Is life ugly or is it beautiful? Your decisions determine your life, drag you down or become uplifting. AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Thomas Hobson (1544 –1631) in 19th century late a Cambridge ostler and postal carrier set his priorities straight he owned a livery stable of 40 Hackney horses or more plus boots bridles and whips and put the horse the cart before after the animal left the barn by bolting fast the door and as precautionary balm the nag nearest the stable gate the worn-out equine storm to...

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picking a fresh fruit is euphoric than picking up in the garden Placed 3rd (POTD) ...

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My mind drifts loose into the moving art framed by train window. Houses in the field glitch by— brick red roofs and windows that hold sunset across the champaign. I wonder what it’s like to live in that world, where you wake and rest with the sun. My gaze drifts to clouds light as swan feathers. Their dance—effortless, unrepentant as the sunset dyes...

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Spring brings Paradise. Farewell to Winter's...

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Rain like crystal tears Shed from the soft fluffy clouds To the thirsty earth....

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I am a bird in space despite not having my wings depicted I possess strength, speed, and vigor, ...

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When I had to leave, if you’re finding it tough. Because forever would not have been enough. Try not to let your lonely, broken heart, heave. If you’re finding it tough when I had to leave. I wanted to stay, I know you needed me, Despite the love we shared, it wasn’t to be. The memories we made, each and every...

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THE CHOICE here I arrived, breath away boldly stepped out of a Blue Train, not waiting for fellow passengers with tedious conversations about Hemingway, Trump or Berlin not that these were served on gilded plate, croissant hot excitement dissolved into foreboding, pain shattered into peace ~ bliss on cards an endless journey had end after...

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