Measuring Stick Poems - Poems about Measuring Stick

...I have a friend who beats his chest Who thinks he's tough, an ego blessed He goes out clubbing, club in hand Neanderthal romance, clubber lang. He drinks banana daiquiris by the bowl Expe......

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...Sure I compare myself to others I can think that someone is funnier than me That someone is happier Or taller or prettier Or skinnier or faster Or smarter or more successful Or ......

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...Imagine if you will, a world of books where all the words lead to the same place no matter the beginning (no matter the middle) A world where trees are never planted, never grow, but always re......

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...Our years are fated… Maria’s allotment was short But no less special Each moment becoming pregnant With what time would not allow Each new hour The measuring stick Of what would never occur ......

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...Plant the seeds you wish to reap. I have planted my seed in the soil of my people. I have no home, no earthly land, I have no food sometimes, sometimes, I must find the white spot in my life; T......

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...A mind not filled up is just empty space I'll decorate mine to stay in life's race With silly string so I'm not too stoic And badge of courage to help be heroic A rainbow of colors when I'm feeli......

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...Our years are fated…. Maria’s allotment was short But no less special, Each minute becoming pregnant With what time would not allow, Each new hour Becoming the measuring stick Of what would ne......

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...Responsibility A question of burden: imagining a future where responsibility falls.. Light or heavy is the measuring stick which swings at us all.. There is variation: light to one heavy ......

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...I pick them up to examine, one by one, Those faraway days that now mesmerize me, Like long-lost treasures hidden deep in the sea. Could it be that my days are finally done? Just yesterday, when l......

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...Beyond my consciousness, in stark relief A place beyond reason, all spirits unleash Beyond my awareness, I inherit the wind Each breath I blow inward, new endings begin Religi......

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...Gentle power rises from the west mad prairie like settlement Driven as a demon from above the mountain grays discontent City dwellers know this as cumulonimbus low altitude weather Traveling their......

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...Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It is not a size or a shade or a color. Beauty is not something that can be measured with a measuring stick. It is not something that can be contained either. Be......

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...Reflections Reflecting upon – it is a dangerous game for one to play for it leads to flawed judgements – unreasonable expectations for expectations are seldom realizes or met by others. Expecta......

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...What is Faith? Faith is a cool droplet of water on a hot summer day Faith is a rainbow in the middle of the darkness Faith is the hope of a moment that hasn't come to be Faith is the substanc......

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...I scramble up the jagged rocks, on my way to the peak of this mountain top. A self-given measuring stick. Toppling back, I fear I will fall. Barely hanging onto this rock. Hardly enough strength to......

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