Concentration Poems - Poems about Concentration

Event: Anglo-Boer War 1899–1902—Measles epidemic in the concentration camps. In the voice of: Sannie Botha (a survivor). Jan’s cough kept me awake all through the night. The children are all coughing in the night; the fevers gave us all a mighty fright. The red, now itchy, spots on body parts; “Oh! Son Jan, don’t you scratch the itchy parts, as scabs and...

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Concentrate So you can penetrate Through that concrete Which are obstacles, denials and more Into your concealed dreams or visions Without deviating from your mission. Focus and keep looking ahead So you don't loose guard Then fall back or resent That's what a coward does Relenting or forfeiting dreams. Distraction is an enemy That steals your glory Gain victory over you If you ain't focus or...

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Constance Canstinople had connubial concentration Every date was a grilling, not a joyful celebration. She spoke of having children with men she barely knew She stayed single all of her years until she died at ninety-two. All she wanted was marriage, her nephews and nieces said. Too bad that she never got to wear her veils and now she’s dead. But...

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OBSERVE. Observe what you have never Observed before.. Observe the water flowing.. Observe the sun rising.. Observe the sun setting.. Observe the colors of rainbow Scatter in the sky.. Observe the plant Growing from a seed.. Observe the due drops Shining like crystals on leaves.. Observe the organs and The organ systems...

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Discombobulation Interrupts my concentration In the darkest corner of my mind It's sinuous coils unwind And because of it's intrusion I'm caught up in confusion My thoughts become so scattered And the thing that really mattered The track that I was following The snake is busy swallowing I wish I could combobulate And concentrate to meditate...

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gruesome black tattoo survived concentration camp gold solid soul...

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CONCENTRATION startling visuals  invoking the unspoiled  somehow morph into passion &intensity of feeling articulated a work in progress  courtesy of ancestry impoverished inobvious the obvious studies the in ultimate freedoms obviously & enshrined  a deeply personal  response to community  interests inspired by a series of  scenes NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable. Copyright...

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And then all of a sudden I was in a mysterious world, A woman here shelling peas, for they have no rights to be wasted Being ignored in her shop, they were two days older She had more of the new arrivals but then she has got the power, that to know both the peas were same inside...

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What others think of you is none of your business, Focusing your mind on your work will bring success....

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A childhood memory, i vividly remember... I was detected with blood cancer, doctor told I will not live for more than 6 months. That day we all cried like I had actually died It was the toughest period of my life I would have nightmares of death coming to pick me up I remember telling my parents to adopt a...

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Ceaseless revolution. Purest chant. Energy of the cosmos. Power of concentration. Essence of ultimate reality. Journey, direction and progress. Harmony and togetherness. Confidence and determination. Growth, change, evolution. Creativity and wisdom. Ego to enlightenment. Evolution and surrender. A Change which is bound to happen. Spiral is the essence of life. SPIRAL POETRY CONTEST Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann 14th Jan; 2020...

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All things can tempt me~ I'm a scatter brain Trying to focus causes me such pain Distracted by a treat or herbal tea The slightest sounds arouse and amuse me So easy to sway my concentration Toying with mindless laws of attraction My attention spins often on a dime It doesn't take much for me to waste my time That's why I prefer...

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Concentration Deep concentration can't think of a haiku oh the hell with it...

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He stood shivering in the biting cold Shreds of dirty, flimsy clothes clung to his frame All around his fellow skeletons huddled Waiting for the inevitable walk to that sinister place His wait had been longer than most He had been subjected to terrible cruelty He had seen all of his friends and family go Yet in his mind he had remained...

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Speechless at Auschwitz by Ko Un loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch At Auschwitz piles of glasses mountains of shoes ... returning, we stared out different windows. Ko Un speaks for all of us, by not knowing what to say about the evidence of the Holocaust, and man's inhumanity to man. Ko Un was speechless at Auschwitz. Someday, when it’s too late, will we...

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