Complacency Poems - Poems about Complacency

I fear many things. I fear I stay complacent in my own misery. Time is of the essence, yet action for change is unattainable And I speak of change possible for myself, which is perhaps the most upsetting point to note, for my limits are set on a glass roof I fear I will shatter with my feet on the...

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Freedom isn’t a delicate flower; It’s the fist that goes through the ground, the teeth that grind at the chains, the howl of a wind that won’t ask for permission. I refuse to bow to the crumbs of tomorrow, I won’t let my bones sink into decay, a shell waiting to grow scraps. I’ll carve out freedom from this stubborn rock— bloody-knuckled and relentless. Do not...

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There’s a constant hammering Alongside my bedroom window Repercussions of a corrupt gutter The maddening drain Obstinately and persistently has refused All rehabilitation efforts There are no drip drip drips Only Pound Pound Pounds As water clashes with wood and metal The clangor must be amplified By a loudspeaker To make such minute water drops Sound like...

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Complacency is like a sand timer, each grain a moment slipping through, a slow trickle of potential, filling the void of inaction, until the last grain falls, and we find ourselves in the stillness, staring at the empty glass, haunted by the echoes of time gone, wondering where our dreams have fad ed...

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My opinion is an option Their preferences a mandate Our midpoint an ambiguity The victory tastes bitter Only the failure feels better I then call it an intriguing skin They name it an awkward scene The softer tissues on touch An awful sensation in view Hearing the rooster roaring We all deserve no contempt By integral effort attainable For every purpose one intends On the...

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i sat down at a table, and i picked up my fork. the fork had several noodles with sauce wrapped tightly around it, but when i picked it up, they slid away into the dark abyss....

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Because, we have much of it We will never see its true value...

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("Howling Rock" - 2016, Castle Rocks, Idaho) Crying Wolf My phone is set to the tone of a trumpet horn To signal incoming texts And every time it sounds I think of Robin Hood calling out for me. I think he must have been a disciplined And discerning fellow long ago In his Sherwood Forest, Because otherwise the woods would be filled With his call And...

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Don't be complacent, When development will rolls Aware of fit falls....

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It’s been corrupted, Even the learning systems in normality altered The Innocence of examinations Has swerved Into Guilt of examinations Exam malpractices everywhere! Many students have sown the seed of levity Which has grown into complacency They, being carefree, Are shamefully confident They would cheat to the bull! Assured their money could in qualms set them free. Examiners have likewise injured the education routines of our country, Even...

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In this journey called life, heed my plea, And guard against this demon of misery Beware of its insidious touch, subtle and sly, For it steals the fire that makes our spirits fly. A false sense of comfort, safe and securely rest, Bombarded by routines, a false sense of what's best. Yet in this state, dreams...

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Stars in the sky- I; No reason to cry- I; Know my worth – I; Stand above the earth I I am more than mere dirt; I am a traveling energy, Complacency I am God particle I am energy All In sky I am a star In the sky I am all I’m in awe Stars in the sky- I; No reason to cry- I; Know...

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Such beauty, only nature could compare How fair her face, when first she graced my sight Brown eyes so kind, highlighting flaxen hair A smile so bright, one thinks of dawn's firstlight Fate smiled, as we were both caught in love's snare Entangled hearts immersed to love's delight Two fools, who both before, had love forsweared Both blinded by a love...

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Pride......and joy? Pride is thinking that you know too much Thinking that the love you have is even half enough It's clinging to honesty as if heard earnestly spoken Or getting hurt and saying bones and will aren't broken It's setting aside the friendships that build us up And giving respect to a thought or reason conveyed with guff It's separating...

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In stillness we recognise That the kundalini rise To which we were sentient Was a passing event The energy stabilised Magnetic illumination realised Within the Sushumna Centred at the Anahata Celebrated at the Sahasrara Indeed a divine enigma And yet We do regret Having rested on our laurels Transfixed by the miracle For the pranic force Is the kundalini coarse There being layers more subtle Upon which we must...

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