Expectation Poems - Poems about Expectation

The Prismatic Self Premiere Contest Winner I meet myself at the edge of mirror glass— its surface holds me like a verdict; renders me in symmetry I do not trust. Do I offer brilliance, or only repetition? Each submission a blade, each stanza a wound— I split myself into offerings, waiting for the weight of judgment. The axe does not ask, only...

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If love breaks you open And you have a chance to look inside You might be surprised at what you find If love smashes your expectation And you have a chance to make your defense You might be greeted with a surprising strength If love disturbs your every intention And you have a chance to meet your fear You might be...

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Golden fog surrounded Cherrie in a kind of woodsy embrace She had never seen the world this bright at six a.m. before today A great day to walk in the oaks, she thought, but she grabbed her cloak No wolves, however, she felt a bit like Little Red Riding Hood now Glittering joyful orbs followed her progress down the...

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In our society those who are pure are mistaken for weak. They are taken advantage of "Whipped into shape" by society "Oh you don't eat enough" ends up being "Are you going to eat all of that?" "Why don't you have any friends? Are you depressed?" to "You have too many friends are you that desperate?" Being "whipped into shape" by society...

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Dear Parents, We know that you love us a lot, But sometimes, all a child need is A little understanding from your side. Dear Parents, Love should not feel like an obligation, Like something we have to repay by being perfect. We never want you to stay in pain for us. We never want us to be the reason you swallowed your sorrows. But...

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The Mirror’s Truth I stand in front of the mirror, and it shows me— but not really. The left is right, the right is left, a quiet trick my eyes have always known. I fix my hair, adjust the strands just how I like them. Not for the world—just for me. But when I step away, that version of me stays behind, trapped in glass, while the...

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Is this what was meant for me… The drawn reflection of a man? Each step taken with the lightest touch, So many they tread a new course. At every bend, a choice was made, Drawing circles and channels upon the land. Choices made, lines in sand, The track lies ahead, not behind. I thought I’d rise, reflection true, With head held high, over the...

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What you give attracts people The way and manner you give it attracts God Therefore give in humility and love Giving is not an occasion to show off Rather it is calls for remorse and brokenness If you cannot give from the little in your hand Giving big when you are rich may never happen Giving is...

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Beauty has an expectation. It can be damaging and filled with infactuation. Growing up in a world of a certain dedicated beauty, It can be confusing. Beauty is defined at first in a home. It is influenced in tribe, then spreads off to the culture. Your world become a dystopian. Clinging, holding, breathing, soon that's really all you know. The mass of...

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you can't trust expectations if it's not an exact science... it's just probability......

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Sometimes, those difficult road Will lead you to beautiful places The opening view receives bad comments For the road is rocky, unpaved and dusty Many who travel by are not comfortable Some hopeless and some wondered why They travel such misery experience to repent Left no choice but to go and move forward The travel is truly a humpy-bumpy experience Silence and self-censorship are...

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Feelings toward expectation of death were overwhelmingly curious knew I was going to die that day, my car was going way too fast on gravel, approaching a T in the road; there was no escape I yelled a thank you to God for a good life Deserving death, not welcoming it, but resigned BAM! We had hit the embankment I expected to...

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I stand in the mirror, a reflection of my ancestors' fight, a man forged in the fire of their dreams. But the image stares back, hollow, questioning, asking if I’ve done enough. Their voices echo in the chambers of my mind— marches on sun-scorched streets, songs of freedom sung in chains, hands calloused from building what they’d never own. "Rise," they whispered. But have I risen...

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I like you I really like you I want to talk to you every day And share joys and sorrows with you I also want to meet your friends As your boyfriend And be the one who holds your hand And walk forward with you....

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Expectation Waiting, what for? Every things in life is moving on. Yeah, everything has just gone, life is just an illusion. It can not be a home What can I do? Life lives without me. If it is called, then there is a chance of coming home. Home? I have none. It’sn’t a long time ago. But life is a...

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