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Cycles Poems - Poems about Cycles

Premium Member Inner Tides and Outer Moons
Inner Tides and Outer Moons Just like Earth and her moon Our own body-mind fluxes With and within the cycle of tides. Up-down, strong-weak, high-low We swell and contract in a rhythm That effects if not controls us all. Maybe it’s even what makes us care About others and what others think of us Since without the flux We’d be more consistent And so...

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Categories: cycles, grandfather, wisdom,
Form: Narrative
END TIMES : TWO
END TIMES : TWO End time dramas continue to unfold as foretold tribes of Judah and Gad united in ether descending conspiring to pull Matrix strings across rooms boom death Will hidden documents forged a trigger activates illicit action Centre remains perfection resurrection Claim no marriage for money honeyed both are paper thin dust speckled dragonflies glide into geraniums cry Truth mourns hen-chicken...

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Categories: cycles, allegory, change, courage, death,
Form: Rhyme



How could it be
How could it be? In the city, All I could see, Was people and vehicles, One after another. Follow each other's. In the rush hours. How could it be? In the forest, Water flowed in the creek, Calmly and rhymthly. Then suddenly, It tumbled down quickly and heavily. Formed a beautiful water fall, Caused by gravity. Still water runs deep. How could it be? Along the George Bass Coast...

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Categories: cycles, humanity, mystery, nature, riddle,
Form: Free verse
What am I?
I grew from a thought and yet remain unbound I’m a bomb to man from the day he was born, never was his friend so, I rob him of his youth health and hope. Yet, he says I heal all wounds and all wounds are decaying. I torment him, take away his family then fade them away. Feeling generous, by leaving him memories of what was. I govern him by...

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Categories: cycles, age, birth, death, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
The Chains we Make
Instead of someone, I feel like no one. because I know when all is done, To you I’m work, but to me you’re fun. But who you met, was not the one you now will find; whose trust you’ve kept, who now confides; the truth of what was built on lies. Nothing lasts, our paths are fast approaching days...

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Categories: cycles, abuse, betrayal, conflict, confusion,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Cycles of Clean
A filthy car rolls forth to seek its bath, While washers march with tools and knowing smile; Their practiced hands trace out a skillful path, To tend each inch with dedication's style. With forceful streams they drench the metal wet, As stubborn grime dissolves beneath their spray; Each tire and rim they scour—none forget— Till every trace of road dust fades away. Then...

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Categories: cycles, car,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Cycles
She breathes in, deep the crisp October air to fill her little lungs, as day dips in the distance. Leaves tremble and they fall from trees onto the path. She grows before my eyes, deciding she’ll not follow. Shedding extra wheels, she wobbles into balance, and soars on tires of two across an autumn canvas. Hours slip away with sun; a watching moon appears. She rides across the...

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Categories: cycles, autumn, change, child, daughter,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Cycles
Cycles within cycles, gears within gears, water, carbon and the circle of life, in seconds, minutes, and hundreds of years, swans, and oft people, take a lifelong wife. What makes it happen, and how does it work? What turns a grub into a butterfly? Run by King Gene, DNA doesn't shirk - when the season is right, one flutters by. Soon,...

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Categories: cycles, life,
Form: Sonnet
Premium Member A Tale of Two Cycles
A blessing indeed is my washing machine wash, rinse, drain, spin Voila! My clothes are clean O for the news cycle to be...

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Categories: cycles, analogy, political, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Conflict
Cold, shaken, trembling. Oh, look, it's me again. Oh, look, just a weakling. I'm tired of running this roundabout game. It's ridiculous, maybe even wild. Repeated thoughts and actions stall. In reality, it's inaction I'm about to fall. Fire, burning flames. 3 Soul torn, but yearning for more. My eyes are fixated, but I'm still not situated. I'm not stable...

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Categories: cycles, addiction, conflict, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Wild Roots of September
In raw dawn I emerge crow-thoughts pecking skull-bone black as plowed earth. Farm-stench floods – dung, hay and blood – primal musk of life and death intertwined. Yet in this first breath of day there’s a peace and so stillness rising from the land like a satin prayer. Twin mountains loom granite-toothed giants gnawing at the pale sky’s underbelly. I but a mere-minuscule mote of flesh and bone am dwarfed by their ancient scarred faces. The...

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Categories: cycles, farm, life, nature, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Its a liar made so we spin
I am the Ouroborus of trauma Thorned scales of each red flag So add them up and feed me my flaws Among clutter in a hand me down bag Let's laugh as I divulge my wounds I look a man but the boy never started A secret shared to see if you think i lie Round we coil treasuring your trust...

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Categories: cycles, anxiety, art,
Form: Rhyme
Moon
The dark is not scary You are just as bright as the sun But in darkness you illuminate The tallest of trees Whisper sweet dreams Lull the people in their beds to sleep And hold all the secrets of the night Moving through the phases of my life One cycle at a time Monsters come awake in your light...

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Categories: cycles, metaphor, moon,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Splintered Cycles
slamming shut the door again reverberating in my heart again splintering all my love again locking the front door again opening to my forgiveness again...

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Categories: cycles, love hurts,
Form: Verse
Cycles and Phases
Life hits hard, and sometimes you just have to strike back harder Good things come and go, bad things sting and leave scars Periods of blessings, followed by phases of curses And the cycle repeats all over again once more With the wisdom of the moon, I see that all things in life are phases The dusk comes, followed by...

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Categories: cycles, deep, moon, nature, sad,
Form: Free verse

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