Comparison Poems - Poems about Comparison

Son of Man, pause before judgment's seat, Lest haste consume your soul's retreat. Do what's right, yet don't waste precious time, For pleasing all is a futile rhyme. In seeking validation, you may lose your way, And those you please will mock you on your final day. Marry with wisdom, don't borrow to impress, For pleasing others can lead to financial distress. You...

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Cars, we never had the luxury of cars, We would endure harsh conditions just to get to places. Places, we never had sleek structures, Our buildings were made of mud, unconducive for learning. Learning, you complain of stress, The only things we had were books. Books cause we never had the internet, We would sweat in the library just to get facts. Facts,...

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The thirst for effervescence, A sweetness I’ve always craved, To be a child of such incandescence, So that no soul can claim I’ve failed. Yearning to be witty, even reverential, Merely to be something good, Desperate to claw up some potential, So that no soul can claim I am pointless. Lusting to be known as an ingenue, Perfection in a woman’s form, An image id...

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Birds can glide high above the sky, They see everything and can see through a lie They can go up up and high, And can always go faster than a fly. Birds nest where predators can’t rest, Fight in groups to scare off the best Feed their children and keep from stress Then migrate together, flying far far west. Us humans cannot fly...

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Life is.... Life is to live, To make something of ourselves if we can. Then to relinquish it all to the past. As to live is also to die. ...

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All my dreams of you are sweet With no one else do you compete You stand alone I here declare With no one else do you compare We'll write our songs both night and day With no one else I'd rather play I want to visit Lake Annecy With no one else, just you and me A rustic cabin in the woods With...

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A poet I aspired to be, Yet words that mattered were in opposition with me. A pen I could hold, a book I owned, But the feelings were never my own. A writer's soul is a shattered vase, Tired from the pain and strain it etched to a lonely page. However, mine was untouched, free From the shadows that lurked behind a...

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Duel A soldier sits, sleeps, breaths. She wonders why she fought. When people go about their day without so little a thought. Why did I face Death, she thinks- and the monsters and the war- to join the princes who have lived without so little a chore. Death has many faces. Ravens, foxes, sparrows too. The blackness of the Thames...

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May answering the question which sunset is your favorite be something you never do…. because you decrease the beauty and they joy of each when you begin to compare the two...

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Shall I liken thee to a sunrise? Thou art the sunrise of a fall morning's glow. Thou art the oaken breeze that bids you "hello." Shall this describe to what I liken thee? No. Shall I liken thee to a sunset? Thou art a gold sunset, from the hills only seen, To orange ribbon atop the city's crystal beam, Reflecting heavenly diamonds,...

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Angels and brides do come in white. All things beautiful, light and bright. Demons and witches prefer black, evil ways and means to attack. White, pure, inspiring, eternal love, gift of peace, freedom, and turtle dove. Black signifies ever cold darkness spreading in the heart unchaste blackness. Pretty seven colours add up to white. Black has powers that take away the light. White and...

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Naturally particular, normally pedantic, never problematic - pessimism notwithstanding. Thoughtfully intuitive, interested in thinkers; tactile in time, nuance in tenderness....

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You’re here and I’m there You’re found and I’m hidden I’m foul and you're fair You’re pure and I’m unbidden I’m there and you’re here I’m fiction and you’re truth You’re tranquil and I’m fear I’m aged and you’re youth You’re here and I’m there You’re gold and I’m coal I’m self and you’re care You’re give and I’m stole I’m there and you’re here We’re a ship...

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comparison is a pickpocket plucking joy from my handbag I have been compared to countless things and things that cannot be counted, or counted on mostly fair assessments of character only a handful of assassinations I have been an assassin. accused of killing minutes carelessly turning earth, looking for words to say the unnumbered and the unnamed it is ineffable and I effing...

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Your laughter flows like red wine, drunk on love now you’re mine. Stories splash and stain my jeans, at last, I know what love means. Uncork my secrets and past, somehow, I know this will last. The taste lingers when you go, a scent for us, not for show....

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