Masters Poems - Poems about Masters

sometimes there are cruel masters who sneer and inflict pain for no reason at all. i do not know where they come from — why do they come at all — or where they go and so i am always afraid. today i awoke and felt anxious and sad i wondered, “will it get worse?” the sunlight is pure truth and...

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Where am I? Don't tell me I'm in Nigeria Did I tell you I want to be born here Is this wickedness or something. Where am I? Why Africa why not the world? Why subject me to the colonial masters Why making me a slave to westerners. Where am I? Why the world why not Heaven? Is this mere wickedness or Ignorance? Why bring me to...

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Ok, there’s no jailbreak. Make room for my innocent alter ego, because there’s nothing to rebel against. There are zero classes in my nascent, year-long, Harvard master’s degree. They call it ‘self directed study’ and like rockets have stages, I’ll have ‘self paced modules.’ Am I suddenly at Oxford University? They’re quite famous for that (no formal classes). Or am I suddenly grown up and...

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Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom) has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school. It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack. Poor little rich girl no beachside lovers this interminable, scorching summer. I’m swept up by scholastic spirit. Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me, on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day. As we finished our morning...

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I’ve moved out (of school), I’m moving in (to school). My joke is that I’m having a ‘moving experience.’ Graduating college (3 days ago) was a dream come true I’m starting a master’s degree in 7 days. You have to admire the efficiency. Do I have your permission to bear my soul? I might have imposter syndrome. I’m a harsh critic—of everything—but mostly...

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The Romans were totally amazing Whatever the arts they were so astounding The sculptures touch The painter's brush Beyond perfection unrivalled praising ...

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A world built on secrets, masters who seek to destroy You play with our minds like a child with a toy. You put guns in the hands of innocents and tell them there is a war to be won. Putting nation against nation knowing a sea of blood over the lands will run. You abandon the old and indoctrinate...

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The Romans were totally amazing Whatever the arts they were so astounding The sculptures touch The painter's brush Beyond perfection attracted unrivalled praising ...

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The Masters Touch Your gentle touch has saved my life healed the wounds of a life of strife. Your gentle touch has helped me see the ripened fruit of the living tree. Your gentle touch grabbed me by the hand and pulled me from the sinking sand. Your gentle touch reached down from the cross and purchased me at great cost. Your gentle touch will carry me home and I will kneel at your...

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A gang of three guys displaying their flairs Nonplus by the grin boy with curly hairs Horror by the toothless teen perfectly suits Halloween As if he is Holmes, the third puts on airs. ...

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Expelled from paradise, directed down to hell Whose court is talking about justice here? Yours are the apples, and your garden blooms so well Pick any fruit, and treat the snake, my dear The cruel punishment will never put them right, Your congregation of the disingenuous slaves The triumph of the law will not be glorified By their rants expanded...

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From the top to the bottom, The world is nothing If not a flaming cauldron Pulling us in, you, me, each and every one Down a slippery slope Into the breach Because we can and must, And when it comes How do you rise to meet the tide, Or do you waiver, falter and fall? This moment when there is just you How do you...

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Their crossing the border by thousands Another story they sell Better get ready for ww3, fear,confusion The sound of their bell It's been that way for as long as I can tell Running out of ideas and lies that they sell Story never changed its now wearing thin Love your brothers and sisters Let the new age begin Immigration,inflation world wars too Running out...

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The school year’s ending. ‘Spring Fling’ is tonight (Saturday) the biggest event (concert) of the year, and next week - final exams. It’s hard to believe that I’ll be a senior in about 2 weeks - when the chips are counted, and junior year is cashed out. I can remember sitting in my little covid-prison...

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~=============================~ This is important to realize. This is really happening. The prophecies of the Bible you deem a "fairytale" or "non-literal" are coming to pass at a frightening speed. If you find today's events to be coincidental coinciding coincidence with what was foretold, then I am astonished in your incidental faith in accidental magic that is against all mathematical probability-times...

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