Does Poems - Poems about Does

One man destined for greatness The Struggle Fight for Civil Rights Battle with opposition Realign the divide of Separation Determination for Freedom Constitution for all Races Civil Rights march Strong Advocate Figure Dignity Pride Believing and Understanding How it relates to CUNY MEDGR EVERS COLLEGE Opportunity Education advance Being given a chance for high learning Excelling in one’s goals Theory into concepts Preparation for success Medgar Evers College being alum with their story...

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June 8 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Job 24-28 Key Verse – Job 24:1 Why, seeing times are not hidden from the Almighty, do they that know him not see his days? FAITH IN GOD WHO DOES NOT HIDE HIS TRUTH God does not hide His truth as well as His everlasting mercy Causing us...

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Melting luck of what I am just a burning pot on the stove, gone too far beyond repair, not sure if I even care, used to stare at my past, long gone way too fast, like summer meets the ice, my bones know who i am, my brain does not know my name, take me as far as the pain can allow my hallucinations, no...

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Let me tell you something they don't teach you in fairy tales, Let me deliver a message you can’t find in the mail, something your grandmother should have whispered in your ear before you went looking for love in all the wrong faces, spaces, empty-places. Love does not hurt. you've heard the songs that make suffering sound romantic, seen the movies...

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seconds slip through fingers like fine sand, Minutes melt away in morning light. Hours stretch and bend at day's demand, Then vanish with the coming night. Where does the time go when we look away? When laughter fills a room, when tears fall free? It pools in moments we cannot delay, Then rushes forward, boundless as the sea. It hides in coffee cups and halfway smiles, In bedtime stories, stretching past their end. It's lost in daydreams spanning countless miles, And found in conversations with a friend. Where does the time go? Perhaps it never leaves— Just changes form like water, air, and light. Becoming memory that gently weaves The tapestry we carry through the night. ...

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Does A.I. Have A God A.I. taking over mankind. It will be our own demise. It’s in our nature to destroy ourselves. Cyborgs taking over. No human contact. Robots on the atack. Terminate society. Mankind becomes slaves to the machines. No food, no drink. Technology becomes a new God. Knowledge consumes us. End of times...

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Under the sky that dissolves dogmas like the wind does sand, A canopy of empathy unfolds like an ancient tapestry, Embroidered with clarity and illuminated by pure integrity, Entangled in the fine threads of unknown transcendence. I listen as celestial conversations sing in honey and cinnamon, Flowing through the veins of silence like a river of perfect rhymes, While butterflies, with...

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I need words to catch this fire, this burning that eats me alive like a wolf in my chest, this storm that turns my bones to water. But words give me only small, broken things: love, need, want each one is a tiny box trying to hold the sea. Still, I shout, because this love is a wild horse kicking to get out, the sun breaking open...

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Why does the sun sympathize with the man in the black shirt who is delirious with success? That looking at the window is the door to all happiness For him, an effective way to achieve this is with a pair of shoes And put the gold in his shirt pocket The sun was at my toes as...

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What does it mean to witness suffering and feel it burn inside you, not as gentle empathy, but as a deep-rooted and screaming indictment? There is a boy who carries cement as I carry metaphors — without question, without choice, without allowing himself the luxury of another option, only with a resignation sculpted in silence. He is not a...

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The sun still spills on the oranges' skin, Bright as the lies we bury within. The sea is patient, the palms still sway, But silence gathers at the edge of the bay. How many rules must the warm wind bear Before it forgets how to kiss the air? They scribble statutes in hurried ink— Do they ever pause long enough to think? Children...

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Bohunk climbed down the beanstalk today Looked like an oaf said my young brother Jay A bohunk is an oaf, I quickly told him He was followed by his friend, ogre Jim Jay asked me, does the bohunk have a name? Talking to oafs and ogres is not my game. Creatures from the sky are scary to me. Especially if they are...

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Were you looking for me? Her diabolical dog Disaster asked. She rolled her eyes. Disaster knew she was looking for him. She had called his name over twenty times. Who tore open the cereal box? Why is it on the floor? Disaster circled it but admitted nothing. Who chewed up the new roll of toilet paper? Disaster looked pointedly at his mistress’s...

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Does this outfit make me look fat? The crocodile asked the saleslady. A bull-speaker, gusher and a compliment-er was, this lying gal, Sady. You look marvelous, she said, I love the polka dots, stripes and plaid. The crocodile strutted around the three-way mirror, pompously glad....

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In this world, love does not find its place, It is born with hope, but soon it shatters, Withering in the waiting rooms of the soul, Choking in messages that never arrive, Dying slowly, in silence, when no one is watching. What remains scatters into stories, Written by those who were never chosen, They stitch their ruin into silent verses, Carving their names...

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