Learning Poems - Poems about Learning

I stand with the world in my hands, Not because I own it, But because I believe A better world begins with me. One step, I walk a quiet road, Learning life, one lesson at a time. Another step, I climb a hill, Chasing dreams that feel too high. Behind me is the man I was, Before me is the man I will be. In...

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I plant no seeds in soil bare, But in the unseen breath of air— Where roots of dreams reach deep, unknown, And blossoms grow from seeds unsown. Each learner walks a secret path, Winds shaping sails with gentle math. No single map can guide them all, For some must rise, and some must fall. I weave the light through shadowed space, With tools of...

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Each passing day puts on display a puzzle piece of jigsaw soul. Providing parts to add to hearts, from halfway done to fully whole. The bygone years are souvenirs, the trinkets of a time gone by; though caked with rust, dried blood, and dust, they stain, then fade, but never die. The decades roll and ring...

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Through the waning years, we experience so much— The highs, the lows, and the path in between. The loss of friends and family cuts deep, And heartbreak clouds the mind with grief. The failures we face, the mountains we can't climb, To find our true selves is the puzzle we’re born to solve. The burdens we carry, the rivers we wade— All...

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A spark ignites, a question form, A curious mind that breaks the norms. It seeks, it stirs, it will not sit still. A restless fire, a growing will, From page to thought, from thought to deed, It learns not just to know, but lead. Mistakes are steps,...

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When your life is ripped apart by loss, each minute seems to last a lot longer and it takes great concentration to do basic human tasks that should come naturally learning to breathe again without paying specific attention to filling your lungs with air and pushing it out again, takes so much out of you when your world tilts on it's...

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Playing with words is like playing with Play-Doh for the first time, mixing colors messing with structures, feeling it's designs between your fingers. All five of them. And then delicately stroking its surface with the others, learning to comprehend the difference between smooth and rough, and that the difference between them defines beauty. It's like wiping the floor clean with its sticky skin, and...

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She says she likes me, yet I don't like myself I've yet to be the man of my dreams, yet such to aspire Not one to keep promises to himself The one without peace behind his eyes, an unquenched fire. Waking up unproud of the way of life, wishing to go higher Yet she likes who I am, while I...

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Life good days and bad days. Days to recall, days I will forget. I have learned much from life. Many friends stay forever, some break your heart along the way. We grow learning more about ourselves, life is fun, hard and many times painful. As many keep saying life must go on, days turning into weeks then to years. We ask where did all the time...

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2025.04.08 Recently, I was fortunate enough to receive Special treatments, at the RMIT building 51, Where not only I have had so much fun. But also having the bodily remedial therapy done. I chatted and laughed with these young students. What they did was part of their courses' curriculum. They came up with a win-win situation, Which they would provide massages...

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children in backyard play cowboys and indians learning rules of war AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 7, 2025...

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I came to dance to my song; to move well and rhythmically, but not for too long To dance like nobody's watching, just feeling the groove; moving like nobody's business with nothing to prove... I came to do my part. To give, receive, and come straight from the heart To make a difference wherever and whenever I can Wandering while wondering with...

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Living in a world, I know I don't belong. Wondering if I did something, to cause this wrong. Feeling deep inside, my life was never meant to be mine. Always searching for answers, I cannot find. Living 61 years, upon this beautiful earth. Learning recently, my life was blessed since birth. Fighting strong feelings deep inside, I know now I cannot...

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When makeshift can be broken who can fix it ? I have the words to say Im lonely like a grandfather clock without the chime Ive swallowed my own silverspoon I may join the Salvation Army if you dont believe in me soon Something on the lines the good die young Life is like crying yet its more like reading a book and finally reaching...

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Asclepius, in days when we are young, The Music of the Spheres we first hear sung! Through straining then, to listen and to learn, What revelries of truth one may discern! But we are not conceived as angels are: A thousand mindless cares our minds must mar, Whose troubled tides, through time, turn tyrannous tsar. ‘Tis ever and of needs a sorrowful...

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