Different Poems - Poems about Different

Tongue in Cheek What is it about rhyme That so defines a poem Throughout recorded time Rhyme’s a poems honored home. Yet many have there been To prove a home’s not one And timeless time’s we’ve seen That having more’s more fun. While rhyming does persist, It always has a home, There are those who resist Whose words demand to roam. Rhyme to me does not appeal I find...

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I cried earlier - just trying to describe how it feels to sing along with a spiritual choir, I made the error of singing a line and got all the feels. I was laughing too, but even thinking about beautiful moments is beautiful, like a loop of loveliness that can mess up your make up...

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Birds Of A Different Feather (Feather Pen...Ink. Tanka) She's like that hen, peacocking her bouncy tail; proudly strutting it: Both strutting the same purpose; but different roosters sought:- ...

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below the world I sit in silence an animal among machines...

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Nigeria, our homeland Our heritage, One nation Numerous ethnic groups, differ people Different cultures and beliefs They all practice what they believe in. Africa, our continent Our pride, rich culture and history Different countries, so many languages Different religion, different understanding Everyone keeps defending their religion and nation. The Globe, our world Universal culture, Unites all Different continent and colors...

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Death isn't death, it's a different life When one get peace, rid from desires, Darkness isn't dark, it's a differnt light When one see a hardly only inner light, Sadness isn't sad, it's a different joy When one sad and out burden in cry, Blackness isn't black,it's a different white When sky black then stars can shine. When all things that negative Have...

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I don’t need a relationship, title or privilege to define me I just need to find me...

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I strolled into Hell like a VIP/ Satan said, "what's this nonsense I see"/ "Bro, I out evil you", I smirked with glee/ Then he rage-quit chess, forfeiting to me/ God gasped, his jaw hit the floor/ "I designed Satan, what is this lore"/ I shrugged, "he misplayed the Sicilian once more"/ "Then fell for a joke about the grocery store"/ He plotted...

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Oh the things on angel wings My Father has bestowed. Provision, healing and grace, But another made me glow. I could not see a way to glee To experience joy again. But, by God, the unexpected Was poured in abundance on me. Such serendipity, oh the gift so free For my soul was crushed with sadness. The miracle God gave to me, Was a pristine...

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I have lived a hundred different lives - Each as different as water is to stone. I have dreamed a few far-away dreams To discover that they were mine alone. I have felt at times a trace of love But was shown again that theirs was untrue. I have often tried to bury the past To find that it rarely stays inhumed. I...

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Standing where shadows meet daybreak, I've been seen—and unseen—a thousand times before. The familiar angles of my life cast in predictable patterns across the floor. But what if—just once—the sun shifted? What if clouds parted differently, or night fell from another direction? The parts of me you recognize might be invisible to someone else, while the fragments I try to hide shine brightest to a...

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Is it silence that the mind concieves a formulation for all that has been seen Or could it be in the cauous where one manipulates the scene Could you turn down the grandeur and pick up a piece Can you lift up the curtain and sweep up the seeds Climb a stair to the attic to see what's...

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My ears knows only silence/ It's an empty darkness, a quiet void/ The world snaps, grows frustrated, mad/ When words must be repeated/ But they don't see the truth of our quiet lives/ It's not our fault, so please be patient/ Growing up, through every season of life/ We face the bullies, the ones who take advantage/ They don't understand, we are...

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2025.3.24 Sixty five days ago, on a sunny Saturday, I came here with some body. It was supposed to be our first time, But it turned out to be the last too. Time flies fast as it passed you. At the end of the trip, he suggested, We both wrote a poem each, It was not to compete, Just to express one own feeling. I...

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At this moment, A billion stories unfold, Pages of joy and grief....

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