Impact Poems - Poems about Impact

A dress, tangerine fading into sunflower. We stand together, rooftop of a white concrete building. Higher than clouds, further than moon— she looks down, my eyes follow. Our gazes collide when they fall onto the mist pooling into swirls. I couldn't help but stare, on her porcelain cheeks, something sparkles—tears, but I cannot tell if they're from joy or devastation. I want to hold her— In...

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Origins Of Over Nurturing My need to protect others began during my turbulent adolescence. It started out as the need to protect others from me. This morphed into over nurturing everyone around me. Sometimes I felt like there were two of me residing together… similar to The Cherokee parable of The Two Wolves… vying for...

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Days pass aloof to all hearts reap, strays memories we wish to keep. Ploys of time constantly remold joys that we wish to ever hold. While eyes close to deeply reflect, vile time spies flashbacks to infect. Should time leave my recall intact - could be my joy would first react! ...

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Sitting by a fire on a winter night – longing to see daylight – shivering, freezing, in the icy cold – how long can my patience hold? “We’ll be all fine,” Father had assured – just days before his absence we endured. Mother had consoled me through rivers of tears – hours before we’d face our fears – Cruel murderers, they blasted...

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I am the wind that blows in your face, I am the calm that lies in wait. I am the strength you seek to meet your fate, I am the love that conquers hate. I am the guide to your destined place All that I am, is yours this day...

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Some words root deep, in silence and eternity, like water erasing edges with time. Others skim quietly, like breath, vanishing before they settle into memory. To speak is to grasp something real in your hand, to touch its edges, its truthful weight. Let the words be those which sustain or ascend, as soothing as rainfall, as tender as morning light. If a word...

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Some people paint with their words, Creating images with contrast and flow That lift the hearts of others, Inspiring both their spirit and soul. Some paint with their life’s work, Their canvases deeply composed With connections to millions of people Reflecting music, artistry and prose. Some paint with anger, frustration and pain. Angst colors every word, movement and action With splashes of fiery reds,...

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Climate change and its impact on health Modern world of changing climes, health now wanes; As nature's balance tilts, our bodies strain; Beneath a sky once calm and clear, world lost balance year by year; Now climate shifts with fair decree, a warning cry from land and sea. Heatwaves scorch the fragile ground, the burning fields, no solace found; As glaciers melt,...

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Grandma gave rugrat a gift, Into the toy box I did lift, It was so plastique, Not quite fantastique, Grandma, Grandma, where were you, When I stepped on Lego at 4:32? Foul language approached, On my bare foot it encroached, Sheer hell, granny, thank you not, No wonder I am now a sot!...

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Oh AI you are the tell I need Painted orange words in the feed Liars revealed that hide behind screens With false personas and insufficient means You provide generic words, never in tune The vibe is off, you've misread the room Fake spending time within a hearts space Analyse algorithms without an ounce of grace Forged connections you have plenty Call people...

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heart braces for impact of bliss pheromones rapture spasms cause eyes to clench shut we celebrate the offered joy vibration each hue new beauteously renews as we meld with the sensation...

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Gratitude suffuses me today at prospect to plumb the depths of a fledgling friendship (respecting fidelity to wife) even one bound within the parameters of cyberspace, I feel courtesy your amazing grace figuratively stitching omnipotent binding with virtual satin and lace proceeding cautiously to experience belonging to human rat race. Night and day, a thrashing like an invisible whiptail surge van hail, doth swell me bosom excruciatingly,...

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it's perhaps just the throat that closes coincidentally though somehow in sync with thoughts not so much anyone can tell just enough to destabilise joy...

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I remember sensing you were near. ...

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