Density Poems - Poems about Density

The past is a lesson, not a prison, The past is a mentor, not a captor. The past is a tale, not a jail, The past is a page, not a cage. The past is a foundation, not a stagnation, The past is a phase, not a maze. The past is a guide, not a slide, The past is a map, not...

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Last night there was a star stumbling in the sky Mumbling like an imbecile cuz it was high Each disrespectful word Was totally absurd It makes me wonder... what is wrong with this guy? He has no clue how to write poems that make sense Guess I'll chalk it up to his mind being dense He's a turkey and a pig or better...

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Third density, here now on earth Human experience Discernment and joyous bliss mirth Pure childlike innocence Born thus, yet we lose it Head, heart, love, perfect fit Let’s rise to the summit Serenity Third density 06-September-2021 Quietus ...

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I want to speak to you so badly but I’m just going to sit here hoping you’ll start the conversation. Boys are so dense! I even send an obvious signal: I didn't pull out my phone and get all busy the moment we were alone. Duh....

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Humans are supposed to be, Mother Nature’s caretakers but it seems like, they just want to be undertakers as all of our breeding, increases human population that only leads to, Mother Nature’s destruction Humans have become like, bacteria in a petri dish forever spreading, with so much, human density like being in a fishing net, just wanting one wish to get out...

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1. In matters of MATTER. density is a function of SPACE, and not of matter, or "things." 2. A propeller that's spinning will cut Yet in a smaller space, the same will act as a wall - not cut you or me, but push, or bang up against us 3. The earth is opening and closing so fast Beneath our...

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Cha cha cha Move to the groove Feel that heat Make your feet move Sha sha sha Jump in the rump Let your mind Be blinded from the jump ...

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Rooted in rising aspirations Left alone in a field of dread Autumn glimpses of Winter wind skies Whither the harvest of withering drive Whether twas worth it To be so alive Standing silent beside fruited seeds Steadfastly set in his ways...

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