Curiosity Poems - Poems about Curiosity

In the book nook I found it— a face no bigger than my palm, leathered and silent, its eyes forever pressed shut against whatever it had seen. Grandma said a missionary friend brought it back from somewhere halfway around the world. On the dining room window sill, a dozen squat green strangers kept their spines to themselves— silent travelers from the Southwest when my dad was still...

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Playing with words is like playing with Play-Doh for the first time, mixing colors messing with structures, feeling it's designs between your fingers. All five of them. And then delicately stroking its surface with the others, learning to comprehend the difference between smooth and rough, and that the difference between them defines beauty. It's like wiping the floor clean with its sticky skin, and...

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a key sways gently—secrets linger beyond the lock silhouettes dance silently—truth hides between their steps ...

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May we be blessed every hour of every day every day of every month and every moth of every year to choose compassion over judgement and curiosity over fear. ...

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A veil of mystery, a whispered unknown, What lies beyond, when life's last breath is blown? I gaze at stars, a universe so vast, And wonder where our souls, their anchors cast. Is it a slumber, a dreamless, endless sleep? Or do we soar on wings, secrets to keep? A reunion with loved ones, a celestial embrace? Or a journey begun, to...

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Nothing more will come from this. A cat and mouse affair Boredom now replacing the mystery of you, you so carelessly revealed You’re no devil, just as I’m no angel. I’ve grown complacent, in common place. It seems this thing has run its course Think of me cruel, remember me not. Keep in mind the lesson....

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I wonder why the air is not seen? Is it too naughty or is it too clean? I wonder why the water seems blue? Is it still choosing which colour will do? I wonder why I can't fly? Did I do something wrong or did I lie? I wonder and wonder where is my tail? Mom assures me though it'll come soon...

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Written for the contest: Holiday Humor- Limerick Set Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin Contest Judged: 11/17/2024 11:17:00 AM Placement: 2nd Our Halloween cat finally brought home, Cuteness on display like models in Rome, Even it shines so nice, Like jewels of good price. Fun smiles when it's allowed to freely roam. Two cat buddies thought they had a new friend, This big-eyed stranger toy cat...

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In the natural world the bat is an anomaly, For it seems to me that neither bird nor beast is he. He can fairly fly, but lays no eggs, Can barely crawl, he has no legs, And yet this little guy's been able To inspire an opera*, films**, a fable***. Though his identity's unstable, For some he's acquired of Muse the label, And...

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In the center of the Moon exists life, removed from sight, until dawns its evolution. Within Earth's organic evolution, what exists on Earth as on the Moon? Imagine the surreal sight! From abstractive sight, what ontogenetic evolution is emerging on the Moon? The Moon has, in Earth's sight, an alien evolution....

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Curiosity What’s on your mind ? What do you dream of my innocent cat? Do you speak to the creator with words that cannot be heard? Do your soft paws whisper to the soil beneath you , or do your piercing claws, oh so sharp , upset the leaves? A window sill is your chosen place...

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"Call it curiosity" Does anyone on this app really believe That somehow or another every one of us Truly think that one side is meant to deceive Or that one side is the one that is only one to pull us way from the current prisabus Can any one person explain to me one thing When did it become common...

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Leave me colorless Fill me with an oversized anecdote besmeared on my thoughtlessness I have no stories for you my second No war crimes for you my first No love for you my third For after all I am colorless I am your minds inversion of self-reflection A backwards mirror I am no deity I have no explanation I am what I am The silent...

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Tao of the Cosmic Crack flowing rivered crotch between Great White Father's polarizing zero-sum soiled soul And silently suppressed Black Hole non-zero curious potential double-circling integrity of spacious firm and resonant flowing pregnant possibilities Win/win bicameral dipolar co-arising deep rooted and wide crown branching karmic mountain/valley convex/concave co-passions Coinvested in ecopolitical cooperatives of sacred spirit holes empowering Nature's polarities enlightening SunFather full-powering EarthMother's most brilliant balancing beauty rays and skies and eyes For dusky starlit nights restoring conjugal...

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When a child is a child…while they’re still learning who to be… the two traits I find most appealing…are their innocence and curiosity. Like the young son who while being tucked into bed looked up at his dad and smiled Then asked, “Daddy, do you remember what it was like the last day you were a child?” When they...

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