Concept Poems - Poems about Concept

Sitting in solitude, Tuning into tunes quiet as morning, Inhaling wind-blown fragrant lilac, Listening to foreign jelled voice of reason, Envisioning expanse of horizon, Thinking of lateral stance, Seeing through lens kaleidoscopic, Feeling feathery touch of love, Sipping from gratitude's silvery cup, Sifting through weights gone weightless, Stretching with new concept of forgiveness, Joy became a friendly royal blue bird - Friendlier still, it perched upon your...

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One country controls an another is colonization, This process of power leads to imperialism, ...

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What is madness if not the body’s way of crying out, “Enough.” It’s not betrayal; it’s a retreat—a firebreak. When the world turns unbearable, the mind bows to its own mercy. It draws a line in the sand and declares, “Here. Not beyond this point.”...

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Reality, wow what a concept lifes provable facts those incontrovertible truths things that stick out and not fall in the cracks Its subject to interpretation you see describing the elephant for the blind this part the leg, that a tail, this part a trunk!! Divine! For reality takes an observer to set itself in the track if that tree fell in the woods with no...

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What I want is not relationship What I want is a concept A concept is like a seed You look at it every day When you pass it Once a seed is planted It will germinate and bloom....

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A One Off Concept as Tends to happen casting to be announced a institutional concept emotion exclusivity concepts of revivalry quality needs not to be negotiated Neglecting the needs of your consumer base undermines your effectiveness pre production is successful at the post production fade Brand recognition offers satisfaction Production within the bounds of creation allows the functioning production machine to keep the momentum of production ...

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I have an idea for a poem, a collection maybe of all-encompassing rhymes that satisfy each emotion, separately and together. Once it's finished no one will need to write a poem again. There will be an epic that details a personal journey which takes it's time to create a perspective never considered. It will be about nothing and everything. Oozing with satirical pitfall traps. There will be a...

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War is hard at first Complicated at middle Destructive at end....

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April 19—Define or celebrate a word or concept -Scumbagology Scumbagery is the study Of the actions of a scumbag A scumbag is a narcissistic, sociopathic Self-center person willing to do anything to get ahead no loyalty to those who serve him it is all about me! the greatest person in the world.. Unfortunately, there are so many Scumbags in the...

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I am Time, I do not know Where I’ve come from Nor do I know whither I am going I only know that I started in the past And am going to the future I can’t stop myself even If poets mistakenly say I stand still sometimes If I stand still, I’ll cause chaos If I move back I’ll kill people Or bring the dead...

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Flora in its way, fauna in its way; work hand in hand. Uniting all, keeping the health of habitats intact Does my existence incorporate another extant? Do I live and let live as coconuts and palm trees act? Plants breathe carbon dioxide, grow, and breathe out oxygen. Oxygen, in turn, enables animals to nourish Who does more harm? Who does less?...

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Money is a man-made commodity, which helps humans extend their validity Money can be in any virtual form, with banknote and coin you can pass the storm It’s name derives from “JUNO MONETA”, a Roman name of an ancient loleta While silver and gold people adore, barter was the method used before Money is the common way to survive,...

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Reality, wow what a concept lifes provable facts those incontrovertible truths things that stick out and not fall in the cracks Its subject to interpretation you see describing the elephant for the blind this part the leg, that a tail, this part a trunk!! Divine! For reality takes an observer to set itself in the track if that tree fell in the woods with no...

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If this were my last Regret would be my truest friend Soothing judgements on my brow As she says it is the end Kill me with my carving knife She’s sharpening my skull Poetry’s a morbid story Perfect murder in a drawer She walks me to my purgatory Singing songs I bought from Time He sold me his very essence For the promise he’d get mine Regret...

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He's perspicacious he thought Logical science he taught Absurdity filled his head Though philosophies he read...

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