Doing Poems - Poems about Doing

We do things we love Do things we hate -- One, for affection: and the other, for fiend necessity, like~ executions and wars… Maybe better, not to confound the two – maybe better, more and less we do?!...

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On every outing…no touting or fostering of pouty louty shouty postering… No flouting of the definition of classical ebb and flow rendition… Yet boundaries scouting…Rooty sedition routing the opposition… Echo the past…poetic…the ship’s mast and fillip for the cast.. Prophetic.. to and fro athletic ascetic aesthetic …traditions bestow and glow… No 20/20 generic…why old school is still and always will...

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sitting or doing dying or moving a slug in a chair or a dance down a stair choosing apathy or energy to move or not to move to hold a couch down or plant a willow tree inside doing nothing or outside doing everything sitting or doing plunking or moving stationery or frenzied choosing fat or muscles sitting or doing dying in a recliner or digging a...

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Nothing doing renders an appearance of doing~~...

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I’m better today than yesterday, but not as good as tomorrow....

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Putting out fires not of my making it's time-consuming heart-breaking the grass over there don't seem any greener and from my perspective the streets are meaner the so-called social networks are as unsociable as can be impersonal with dirty laundry on show for everyone to see despite self-admitted wrong-doing and misdeeds the herd still follows their every lead but I won't borrow sorrow and...

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My mind is locked, I feel so low Drowning deep, don't know where to go I search for keys to unlock my brain But thoughts are stuck, driving me insane I wish I could break free from pain But darkness grips, refuses to wane Suicide's not the answer, I know My mind's a mess, feeling lost and slow I see the key, but...

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He looked at me, eyes dull and cold, “What the hell are you doing here?” And just like that-my heart caved in, Shattered by the words I feared. I had come with love in trembling hands, A daughter needing something small- Just a soft goodbye, a crack of light, But he built another wall. I stood there stunned, not sure to speak, Not...

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i will just ll. like leaves lean low in wind, not asking why the sky keeps its blue to itself. i will just ll. let light leak through the blinds like a quiet kind of grace on a wall that forgot to hope. i will just ll. not rise, not fall but linger, in the hush between hours. i will just ll. like the last word on the...

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In flow, In work, In motion, In emotions, Never get tired, In doing things, That which is good....

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Doing Adult Things Working long hours House work Solving everyone’s else’s problems Too much drama Coffee in the morning Kids always hungry Running errands Calendar full Late to work Running red lights Exhausted into the night What's for dinner? Always 5 o'clock somewhere Adult beverage in hand Always busy Always behind with laundry Everyone...

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So, you turned on the news, and it gave you the blues, and you almost hurled, at who's leading the free world, and your teeth are grit tight, ...

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To my children and grandchildren, Ask God to help you forgive. When you experience hate or hurt any day. Human pride hates to admit, That we are a "Fleshy Mess!" Watch the news there's nothing to guess. We are made to be like our Creator, Designed for caring and love. That's why we must cast our eyes above. Countless times I've been hurt and...

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i wake up in the morning on comes the news same foolishness and bickering same pettiness and insanity same old sh*t different day shake my head 'cause here we go again ! AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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i can't watch myself go how to swallow the sounds of birds meditations in my mind are the absent minded professor right now i have emptied ink from Ireland into time irrelevant crimes of France you are only children too sound much too sound ...

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