Diversifying Poems - Poems about Diversifying

...I shall never fully let go Of the feelings, thoughts, memories Of everything that once flowed into my life. I am always envisioning my future, Always lingering in the past. I feel strongest when......

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...the wealth of norman England is poised to grow towns enlarge, markets exchange, a fresh fertilising sprinkled culture kingdoms extend with numbers reducing old and new empires jostle, reshap......

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...When I was about twelve I began to see my future as a ruthlessly effective overpoweringly sublime advocate for justice as global peace outcomed and measured, As a courtroom drama officer of th......

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...In the middle of winter within misty moors, lies a melancholic meadow. Up above grey skies foretell perturbed crows to seek shelter. Down below, an isolated tree - naked and fatigued; Liste......

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...In a black and white world, feathered fingertips caress ebony and ivory keys - melodically forming a myriad of vibrant and vivid hues, diversifying dulcet emotive reflections. In a w......

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...We are surrounded, sometimes aversively beset, upset, by diverse warm and colder felt attributes of love. We have each known and felt candidates for resonance, waiting for our more stringent,......

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...Obtain a regenerative yield, a positive, rather than negative, feedback loop, better than a dissonance feedback screech of mental and physical madness, political parties become monocultural mobb......

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...Listen up and learn deep, said the non-existential Zen Math teacher. I'm only saying this once and it will be on tomorrow's test now nearly finished today. 1. All nomials are part of the unive......

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...Before Age Effort and nutrition went in vain today Knitted poem vanished in a click of finger A question emerged in genuine mind Who bloody ate up the beauty of poem today! Fumbling fingers......

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...I took the only seed of hope for any future healthy Truffula Trees, but reminded my clinically depressed acquaintance we are all born co-redeemers, not addictively incubating extractors. Ours ......

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...A dry peninsula without internal flowing waters anointed with the ointment of incredible prosperity massaged by the fat hands of uncommon wealth and covered by tight-fitting over-alls, ma......

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...And even though the pen is mightier than the sword, I seem to have lost my presence in a grieving combat, Valuing the occupancy of idle prayers contoured, Less the guilt of maturing through a horde o......

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...Lo! Your eyes peek… through me and its glow engulfs weary soul, not diversifying the moral, of my being but instead guiding me to understand the essence of time, the truest meaning of my exis......

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...The poet is the chameleon of our modern society Constantly changing his appearance Always adapting to his fresh new surroundings Looking for something to write Writing to support illegitimate chi......

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