Hundred Thousand Poems - Poems about Hundred Thousand

One first flight, Columbia’s name. Seven souls aboard, bound for fame. Six days, then ten, experiments thrive, Eighty hearts of science, dreams alive. Sixteen days, the Earth they skim, Reentry calls—light fades dim. Tick-tick, hiss-hiss, crack-crack—a sound, A breach unseen, the heat unwound. 1.67 pounds, a foam unseen, Pierced the wing, unstitched the dream. 40 miles high, the flames collide, Mach eighteen, as heat did stride. Mach...

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Four hundred thousand waking hours passed A blink of an eye, it seemed so fast Between when he was born to the month he would die His mind replayed it as his sons gathered by. He said "I raised you well, but there’s no rule To prevent all mistakes, to foolproof a fool. Jim, there was no advice I could share You...

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So sad the day five hundred thousand slipped away too many names to recount lost as the pandemic mounts; some believed it all a hoax anger, violence to easily provoked but for those who've lost someone dear the reality is quite near and clear. Say your prayers as it begins to slow and wiser minds with wisdom grow facing challenges...

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Some rhyme Some need capitals, not capitols. Some people can speak them. Without knowing how to write at all. If you use them, please spell them correctly. I have no idea what I would do without them. 600,000 of them And only one of me. I am opening the dictionary right now. I want to learn ten more. Ten a day. No, wait. I am old. I...

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What would your therapeutic family do with an extra eleven hundred thousand? A surplus donated beyond perennial operational expenses for birthing and maintaining healthy lives and burying and repurposing nutritional death. First, Let's invite co-investors to take back ten percent; a million will do peacefully fine. I would take the first hundred thousand to build an outside classroom, a green sanctuary, an outdoor cathedral accessible to all...

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Each night you dream in fours or fives or more-- hundreds of dreams a month, thousands of dreams a year... yet you think you've dreamt only a few, and can scarcely remember those-- where then are those unknown dreams? Are they hiding? Hiding in a special place within your unconscious, that vast part of mind lying iceberg-like 'neath the...

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