Meaning Poems - Poems about Meaning

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has it meaning or just screaming rhyming or just chiming? words on a page or thoughts of a sage to touch a heart and change hatred to love arrange an artwork coming on just an old folk's song no structure or form is it a poem? Put a trophy on it, a perfectly formed sonnet endowment from Lord God today, considered odd. oh, the skill to have iambs no...

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Burning the midnight oil while writing this poem one line at a time looking for reason searching for meaning making words scan and having them rhyme consider the hands of a clock as around the dial they rotate some arrive early (tick-tock tick-tock) others come in late one is fast the other slow round and round and round they go observe this strange conundrum it's a paradox...

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Is it enough to call yourself a poet, take some scattered words and hang them out like flags flapping pointless rags unless arranged with skill, pooled to fill an empty space with dribbled verbs that splatter making stains upon the page, there must be meaning, surely something more than endless dreary sounds waves of flotsam floating noise which lands then strands itself...

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The last rays of the sun Kissed his forehead, as he lay on the bench, his head snuggled on her lap, whilst she sang a sweet lullaby, as clear as the crystal breeze, as soothing as a mother's kiss. She cuddled him softly, kissed his luscious lips, ran her fingers through his curly hair, and caressed him long and sweet. A soft rain of rose...

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The letters stand in silent ordered row, A hidden word, a secret to unfold, A vertical descent where meanings grow, A story whispered bravely to be told. Each line begins, constrained by what's above, Yet strives to weave a thought uniquely its own, A tapestry of language knit with love, Where surface structure deeper truths has sown. Is it mere game, a clever...

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The wind has bruised your tender face, And winter wrote upon your brow— Yet in your eyes, I still can trace A fire the world could not put out. The stars have watched you weep alone, Their silver light a cold caress, But from your soul a song has grown That sorrow could not quite suppress. You move through thorns with quiet grace, The...

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Tulips are spring-blooming flowers, known for vibrant colors. They are showy, coming in a wide array of bright colors, like red, orange, yellow, pink, white, purple and even brown or black. The large, cup-shaped flowers bloom in late March through May. . Tulips are classic flowers loved by many for centuries and are a classic symbol of love...

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I only understand paradise when you are around and hell when you are not......

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May we be blessed to understand the meaning of strength… Which has recently gotten so twisted So contorted So screwed up Strong people don’t put people down… they help to lift them up… ...

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I drove the meaning of the poem home, dropped her at her front door, then drove home alone. And I never heard much more about her after that, except a rumor that some scholarly types had made a sanctum of her flat, where twice a month they meet to chew the fat....

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A crow can caw, at least...

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Love is not just the use of words Of a feeling, touching silence Everything can be said easily But "Love" is just one word Has meaning behind the back Innumerable emotions, fear Hope and rights are hidden People are afraid If they fall in love Others don't want to understand it So maybe or perhaps Love often remains silent Untold, yet so deep....

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Dreams - is their origin from merely A vivid imagination, Because for millenniums stretching Back, to the beginning of Civilization, Dreams have forever intrigued man. They even approached the gods of yesteryear, Don’t know what they were smoking, But they must have been rocking, For they had to appear sane, This side of the windowpane. Philosophers, psychologists, astrologists All had to come...

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In a universe where meaning is an endless quest and a heavy burden, Do crazy things, dance in the rain of stars as if no one is watching, Let your laughter rise like a kite soaring freely in the winds of childhood, For madness is more alive than the struggle to carve life’s meaning in stone, A flame burning...

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