Curiosity Poems - Poems about Curiosity

You are a prisoner of your own mind, Chained within a cell, That binds your thoughts, And conceals your head. Fragile, hidden, perfectly eclipsed, Your mind lacks the fortitude, It needs to be left in. You speak without pride. Without light, without voice. Your words lack connotation, The way your mind lacks grace. In sorrow, in numb, You are all you did not want. So, you remain in...

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I stepped into a world unknown, Where seeds of silence had been sown. New faces turned but did not speak— A quiet strength for hearts to seek. She watched me with a steady gaze, As if to read through subtle haze. No words were said, yet much was told, Through eyes that searched, serene and bold. Her glance, a question held in time, A...

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Lying on the grass carpet, I met myself, A kid from the past oblivion. Sought my assistance, Questioned the path I travelled. We both talked an hour, Despite our dissimilarities, The faces were the same. It left me in awe initially, Calmed knowing it's me. The road I travelled, Not less a disappointment, Now I look back, it screams at me, They say I'm...

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A spark ignites, a question form, A curious mind that breaks the norms. It seeks, it stirs, it will not sit still. A restless fire, a growing will, From page to thought, from thought to deed, It learns not just to know, but lead. Mistakes are steps,...

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So that’s it for Rohit…and have to admit his parting gambit Little to cheer in his career nadir year ..was all rather ***** Hard not to discard someone supposed to be leading the men Even with Sharma’s zen..when you’re averaging just over ten Time for a transition so his position was moot and got the boot Let's not be...

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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 a place where spirits walk in daylight. On the dining room window sill, a dozen squat green strangers kept their spines to themselves— silent travelers from the Southwest when my dad...

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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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