Experienced Poems - Poems about Experienced

Is this a real situation Or my imagination Maybe it's a dream As real as it seems As dark as night I see a bright light Drawing my body in I'm moving but not walking I feel light as a feather Trying to hold it together Am I leaving planet Earth And all of lifes worth I feel...

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I've cried in many voices some happy, some sad. I've dreamed of many places some good, some bad. I've seen the many faces some evil, some glad. I've learned so much by living this life, that I have had!...

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(A lone voice whispers) Have you emptied your soul late at night All alone Wrote words to lay on top of the white marble altar of poetry's grey tombstone If you have You're not one of the crowd who follows fashion and directions from secret social conditioners For in that hour of self awareness You embrace something so magical While...

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What you would never, and what I won't want to. ...

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expiring experienced excited and enticed enthusiastic emus extracted exact experimental explosives from exfoliated flues exasperating exam-free extraterrestrial expedition views extraordinary x-rayed exclamations exuding as clues....

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Experienced public defenders are indispensable guardians of justice within the legal system, crucial in maintaining the delicate balance between the state's prosecutorial power and safeguarding the rights of the accused. Their role extends far beyond mere representation; it embodies a commitment to upholding the principles of fairness, equity, and truth within the legal framework. In...

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Ever since I experienced being significantly monetarily sidelined... (how about that topic for a change of pace?) Yes back to getting walloped, decked and clubbed courtesy cold hearted brute, who casually, glad handedly, and royally flushed out mine tailored pricey suit wherein every pocket once stashed, and lined with loot. Ever since scamming imbroglio (three weeks ago today - July eleventh two thousand twenty three) yours...

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Six decades ago the landscape of my Little Nassau had places like The Silver Slipper The Blue Note The Banana Boat The Conch Shell The Zanzibar The Cat and Fiddle and The Drumbeat Club with activities like Fire dancing limbo dancing steel bands big bands and Goombay drums Interesting people like Sweet Richard Blind Blake Higgs George Symonette Freddie Munnings Eloise Lewis Paul Meeres Chippie Chipman and Peanuts Taylor and songs like Island Woman Bahama Lullaby Chi Chi Merengue Goombay Papa Guma In Exuma Island In The Sun and...

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delving down into the earth tree roots search for nutrients and water effortlessly sliding around barriers supporting the tree’s canopy in the best way she can...

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I started life as a grain of sand, But knew I’d find a way to expand, And always being a bit of a rebel, I joined with others and became a pebble, And as I grew and then took stock, I realised that I had become a rock, And as I become more confident and grow older, I wonder if I’ll become...

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What is the criteria to work in this office? The prim interviewer began rattling off statistics About education, degrees, experience. I looked around at the staff I could see. Everyone I saw was female, blonde, twenty-two, and 36, 24, 36. They dressed in short skirts, wore high heels and their nails were points. Not a few of them. All of...

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I'm searching for a new man. (My lemon quit on me.) I'm a discerning seeker. (The smallest dent, I'll see!) I want a younger fellow; (Low mileage is a must.) Required is great get-up-and-go (an engine with no rust). He should desire me in his lap. (Seat warmers feel so good.) He's gotta be in tiptop shape. (I'll know what's under the hood!) Low-maintenance, I value. (oil changes...

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While life was in its spring, a stream in full spate down memory lane from a bygone time and place that experience articulated into voices of poetry. Love and desire,whose shadow ripple on rich in melody, a poesie of flowers floating on summer air and yet.. such conceits can be but a bitterbsweet fancy 'twixt verse and poetry. catch my anthology recitations on...

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I was asked to read some poetry down at an old folks home, Where they'd lost need for toothbrushes, and naturally a comb, That is the blokes of course, who are gummy, stooped and bald, And closing on a hundred years, which most can't be recalled. The women too are scuttling down, the road that's all down hill, And...

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Innocence so was allured she a baby for a chocolate ...

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