Man Poems - Poems about Man

will i create will i survive and paint words write dreams or will i fall victim to another hateful man too ignorant to learn rather than destroy that which he doesn’t know men like him will rule the world until we change or we die there is no other option and in this truth i feel scared and i hate that hate can make me feel small trembling and terrified knowing i am not enough to change it....

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Temp Tracking A.--------------------------------- ---------------------------- ------------------------ ------------------ He wrote a mini movie with characters villians and heroes. they scripted it to angle there starcasted charcter as a hero. He is to perform so that the film can be used to get the desired feel for the music we wish to produce. We used Theme and Theme Sounding songs as examples to direct the composers to what we wanted. A member of...

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Temp Tracking A.--------------------------------- ---------------------------- ------------------------ ------------------ He wrote a mini movie with characters villians and heroes. they scripted it to angle there starcasted charcter as a hero. He is to perform so that the film can be used to get the desired feel for the music we wish to produce. We used Theme and Theme Sounding songs as examples to direct the composers to what we wanted. A member of...

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That year the earth acted peculiar and parched the hatchlings screeched in the pulse of darkness mother bird had nothing much to offer not one insect, hopper nor crawler. Mother bird plotted then hatched a wicked plan to snatch a bag of worms from the tackle box man Mother stuffed plastic worms into featherless heads by the next day every last hatchling...

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Here is a man who sub-dues the com-mon, He rears an ar-my to keep a grim weap-on, He crafts bombs that scare, All types meant to tear, And kills in the streets till the dawn, on ...

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It started soft and slowly With only shallow things An itch or twitch or swallow But kindly not from me The walls would twist and turn at night And I’d be seeing things A pillow to hold a choir within And slowly simple things Would do more then make me mourn myself Do more then make me bleed My chest was heaving rocks and smoke Thrumming...

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A good man walks through life with quiet strength, carrying himself with dignity while lifting others along the way. He speaks with honesty even when the truth is difficult, and his word can be trusted completely. You can see his character in small moments—how he treats someone who can do nothing for him, the patience...

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On a makeshift lounge in the wilderness he lay. He knew he was dying and sensed this was his final day. Atop of this mountain is where he wanted to be, so he could have one last look at nature's wonderous scenery. The local wolf pack emerged from the brush and surrounded him. He smiled as they all gazed, he...

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Once there was a man who stumbled into a ditch, He fell hard and let out a painful pitch. You see, this hole was terribly deep, He couldn’t climb out—the walls were too steep. So he waited on sun and moon for aid, Till down fell a boy, with a shout, dismayed. They talked awhile and made a plan: “You’ll stand on...

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I walked that road when crisis struck— voices blurred, strangers recoiled, and help summoned cold authority. Then a kind man appeared— heart vast as hope’s horizon— he paused his world to meet mine, ran through traffic, time bending to his kindness. In less than an hour, my turmoil bowed to a gentleness I thought lost. Across the miles, a penny’s cost multiplies—mockery, bullying, endless arguments shaded...

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Man and his dog He awoke under the bed, and it had been his birthday drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why Everything was so quiet The maid had been in when he slept, and everything was in order When...

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There lacks no fear in death, ?No pain in the grave. ?The pen is mightier than the sword, ?I just killed a man. ? ?There lacks no pain in the heart, ?There lacks no tears in the eyes, ?But the pen is mightier than the sword, ?I just killed a man. ? ?The pen bleeds ink, a river of regret, ?As I sign my name to...

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Do insects kneel at the mire of a stronger foe? Do pages turn themselves in fear of the readers will? Do the stars flicker in panic from the watcher? Does time relieve itself at thought of the forgotten? Why then should a man created with the same flesh, blood & strength of the savior bow to such...

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Trapped in layers of sin, ambiguity, and shame. The man walks the loud, but still, lonely streets of the city, searching for something that he does not know. The discarded man. A man standing in the wilderness, screaming out shrieks of pain that are lost in translation. The man fears he is alone. The man...

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If she was the one who unbuttoned her blouse first, who closed the door, who whispered “Come on, don’t be shy,” and still—he said no. If she was the one who laid herself bare, threw herself at him like a dare in a quiet room—was he man enough to say he didn’t want it? To...

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