Dissertation Poems - Poems about Dissertation

In the world of code and creed, Heart and mind, a dualistic seed. Nights of work, days of strain, Drafts, redone, again, and again. Pixels blend with ancient thought, Ideas clash, are born, are fought. Screens aglow, a timeless quest, Soul meets tech, in earnest zest. Critics’ eyes, like hawks, they...

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Not nice to pick your nose in public, my question is why Everyone has a honker, some even wipe it on their thigh That's disgusting to me Wipe it where no one can see Like on some other ladies' evening dress standing nearby...

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Not nice to pick your nose in public, my question is why Everyone has a honker, some even wipe it on their thigh That's disgusting to me Wipe it where no one can see Like on some other ladies' evening dress standing nearby...

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Not nice to pick your nose in public, question is why Everyone has a honker, some even wipe it on their thigh That's disgusting to me Wipe it where no one can see Like on some ladies' evening dress standing nearby...

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I look to the future with great anticipation Relish the thought it will include my participation Still here for a while Will visit your domicile When I need a boost and a happy dissertation...

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A short dissertation on a natural phenomenon That takes place many times every day Sometimes at the most inopportune moments Like in a theatre at a Shakespearian play If the emission has a really pungent odour Folks will certainly notice the foul breeze However, the criteria is it must be silent As you inadvertently cut the cheese An essence of chutney is actually...

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If Aiming For Beauty Pretty, Is Nice But Plain Vanity Is A Venal-Vice Inner Beauty: Is A Necessity Outer Beauty: (Maybe) Superficiality Outer Beauty: May Impress Memory But Inner Beauty: Lasts An Eternity Now, As A Teen I Did Preen Too Much Esteem Oldest, Sister Seen … So, As A Teen, I Was Told Advice To Shape- Mold Words: Worthy-Gold Listen: ...

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I wrote a dissertation a tome of love every lengthy page was filled with you. And when done, ten thousand or more words I read and read again until the melting of my eyes, Blinded by the light, then, when darkness crept the lawn, the lampposts glowed, bowls of amber radiance. The emptiness of time spoke to me of roses, perished by the frost, bouquets black with ice. I took each...

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