Construct Poems - Poems about Construct

Time a Construct of Control We were always taught from very young, be sure to be ready & so on, never late never wrong, to consider time as our friend this blasé thinking hasn't stopped, It follows a man to the end The consideration agreed upon, time is money all roads lead from this, a...

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There was a Time in my life where I tried to undermine The lies in my mind Time being spent tryna justify Asking myself who’s this guy Time to get rid of the disguise Now I’m left with this persona Who lost his sense of self due to corona Isolated but not at...

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I gone through life's shock And hope for nothing I taste life's hack And blame for something. Forward life I may go Towards beacon of life I couldn't see sunshine through Cobwebs block my way so much strife. No wrong turn I still go to fight Where fate it leads me I don't give up easy lay my right Till God...

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A single thread, frayed by the wind, Woven from sorrow, soaked in rain, Trauma, a shadow that won’t rescind, A silent ache, a voiceless pain. In fractured glass, I see the sky, Its jagged edge cuts through my eyes, And though I reach, though I may try, The light I feel slips far away. Madness sings in cryptic tone, A hymn of loss, a...

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Relax in inquisitive moments please, Let us construct our body like an old sock, ...

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Pulling and pushing and dancing up and down Like monkeys no one is watching but the behaved crowd Who paid to expect what they came to see and get their moneys worth In a humble and normative way as the rest of their fellow neighbors Would brag about what places to visit and crave The onlookers are consumers who...

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The Construct of an Essence Forming Collaborative custodians of remuneration for the poor Commemorative symposiums on humans need for wanting more Symbols of ancient mystery drawn upon cave walls Thimbles of fragrant misery born from what a man recalls A nieche in the marketplace, an advertisement that lies A piece of someone’s face falling plastic from their eyes The grief of the...

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Social construction needs to be deconstructed. So reconstruction can be reconstructed upon a firm foundation for building. By adding hardened truths, to support the basis of building. Requiring the elimination of porous falsehoods that weaken the frame of designed capacity. Thus strengthening the architectural blueprint for structured living....

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Go forth and seize the day for you will prevail and with your victories assemble the fragments of your dreams...

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The twilight gleam slowly melts on the verdant expanse of the park, the pathway lined by neon lampposts gets deserted as the night silently falls. Soon I see the maroon moon rise over the thicket in the speckled sky and sparkling stars sprout one by one, I walk enthralled on the pathway alone. As I float unmindful in air of reverie, in trance the...

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Absent deliberate intervention vis a vis suicide, supposed "natural" longevity of generic human starring sallying forth primate ride ding bareback across avast broke back mountain minus pride defies accurate prediction, though hypothetical projections can override unknown factors, whereby ...

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Hoo Ha or pee pee Trouser or skirt Football or Barbie What can it hurt Pink or blue Stiletto or flat Pantie or brief Where are you at? Sugar and spice Snips and snails Flip it over Always comes up tails Tough Tom Nelly Nancy All made up But never fancy Child of love Love my child Take it as it comes Mild or wild Understanding construct And legislating...

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Quantum mechanics is our love relationship Our photon packets hold two in its membership Our light form a duality just you and I We oscillate on our wavelength defined by “psi” We form our own construct in equilibrium We chose two electrons as with helium a Closer nucleus, it’s much less energy Balance in life is...

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Ahead the grim machinery, Beneath the diesel tread, Construct out of wreckage, The two are interbred. The hand of femininity, That delicate device, Disproves it is a man's world, Dispels it in a trice. From ruins and destruction, Demolition tinged with doom, A flower grows regardless, A steel magnolia bloom. Sweet beads of perspiration ...

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