Misconceptions Poems - Poems about Misconceptions

- The Villanelle Of The Look MINDSET MISCONCEPTIONS- Misconceptions babbling unspoken about the look Deeply was just so broken and outgoing Forces could never forget the outcome book Stories miss read, Mindset was shocked by the rook He found himself feeling rather flowing Mindset couldn't stop thinking about the look Misconceptions was spooked by a notebook He thought the situation had become rather...

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LIFE'S TWISTED MISCONCEPTIONS Everyone in church ain't good, Everyone in jail ain't a criminal, Everyone close to you ain't your friend, Everyone with long beards ain't suicide bomber, Every smiling face ain't got good intentions, Every handshake ain't an agreement, Every kiss ain't a show of love, Every angelic face ain't good heart, Every open doors ain't opportunities, Everyone born poor ain't gonna die...

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The Need To Amend Immoral Choices under the soles of everyone's feet ...

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The American Dream. What is it? How do you live it? Most would say “I want to be rich and famous!” Or “I want to have world peace.” My answer would be to be happy. But that's impossible when happiness is an illusion. A cloudy image of your desire can never bring to a conclusion. Or so I thought. When I...

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under the light of moon things not as they appear and people more complex AP: 3rd place 2021 Posted on December 27, 2021...

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In my preteens, I was nervy to go in the dark. The folklore tales imprinted that evil spirits would roam at nights. when I heard the wonted gruff noises like chirping of crickets, rustling of leaves, flapping of wings, and whimper of dogs, I was terror stricken. They made me believe the acts of diabolic. But now, when I remember my childhood fears, I feel...

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You are so beautiful like Helen of Troy So brainy, special, and unique Nobody can compete you Her smiling reflection answered from the mirror She was lost in her own eyes Bang!! From no where a stone strike the mirror Shattering it into many pieces She cried___ who is there? Looked around, saw nobody Sitting on the ground to have...

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Alone, she sat quite still, her gaze full fixed ahead. Enrapt by visions fed, scarce breathing e’er she will disturb perceptions’ fill; quiescent as tho’ dead. Into the room he crept, his probing arm around her body, no more bound, so quickly was she swept. As fingers so adept, respiring without sound. Too soon was reached his goal; TV remote control....

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Misconceptions so often prevail, They rob us of honest detail, They clutter the mind, With notions that bind, Of the cleverest female or male. We really should root them all out, Removing the reason to doubt, That the tales we are told By the young and the old Are really worth bandying about. To tell you the truth I despair At the apple that fell through...

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She states she’s the heat Fabricating Her own temperature Elevating the passion of my heart Eternally But eternity lacks the empathy of L.O.V.E In all its entirety, for we are not lovers But strangers on opposite streets You the heat a temperature of passion and lies, And I the cold sharp in the search of my first love a degree...

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As you peer at self reflection Be mindful of misconception Consider others’ perception To guide in the right direction Are you as you appear This requires much introspection To see your portrait clear *Entry for Dr. Ram’s Rime Couée challenge July 3, 2011...

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Ok don’t laugh I’m serious about this They say Ignorance is a double dose of bliss I’m a novice at writing poetry and you can tell I can only rhime and don’t care how a spell (Rhyme :-) Anyway don’t laugh I say this again Don’t laugh I tell you as I try to explain Couplet- I thought this was six...

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I linger beyond the rigid dormitories where wise, winter diplomats speculate over my weaknesses and vernal rites (as if I have no rights). Still I can hear the arguments staged as soliloquies by ancient wooden tongues and even though I bow, a humble green sprig, a burden on their branch, I cannot translate the chatter...

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I thought I'd loved before, I didn't know you were the only one. I didn't know the meaning of adore, Or know you're the equivalent of the sun. Where did I get this misconception of what love truly is? How was I to know it couldn't originate from a wish? And what is it about these blasted thoughts that never cease, That...

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You view me through spectacles colored by your awareness, of your own existence. Your eyes white clouded cotton misconception by cataracts of past reference encounters. You try to perceive and challenge my reality. by your eyes remembrance default attributes you assign to me. You have vague blindness and form me into molds built within your mind. Shifting my character changing my aura. In all this misconception it is not the me you try to...

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