Notice Poems - Poems about Notice

The complete loss of naivety doesn’t necesseraly lead To cynicism cause it would be too dramatic Its just a usual way of life As it is, no naivety, no cynicism Though you’d like to have them in stock Just in case you’d need some of it again But the problem is, sellers are gone Those good sellers, who could get anything...

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They don't want you To elevate without them Even when they're not supportive. They know your history, Victory and glory; so they want to be part of it They always want to be part of your glowing But not part of the suffering and criticisms. They want to partake in your glory and victory Even when they don't know the...

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He is not someone you bump into on the road and fail to notice, he is the one whose presence you feel in the empty corridors he traversed, he doesn't wear the falsehood of a feigned smile on his lips, but sews his bleeding truths onto the contours of his soul. He won't accuse you of gazing too long...

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I scroll through the reels of my memories Your pixelated smile flickers, haunting the glow of my screen I swipe again, hoping to find you, But you're just a shadow in the light—a ghost I can’t hold We built our story in midnight texts and laughing emojis In photos that...

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Poets create verses about Eden And why not? Shining wonders can be made In this paradise of green garden shade Like the most beautiful blondes from Sweden But when wealth reeks like an opium den Causing visions of fair maidens to fade Each letter’s the type to join a tirade Of mad words drafted with reluctant pen Conscripted...

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I didn't notice how fast time was going— all the commotion, it's quite the distraction. This perpetual motion, lost in a sea of consumption, all for social devotion. Lacking what we left behind, now chasing dimes with our time. Is it wrong to numb with lights and rums? Moments between moments are what we miss— something as a kid I didn't notice....

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pulsating awareness is alive it is that what we are consciousness rest all dreams thoughts delude we are light...

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Notice: from here on poets, only write about posies and rosies -- aching heart with drippy nosies is OK if kept politically correct -- No sex differentiation allowed Be not definite, and be proud. Be spiritual, but no mention of god -- Light is alright, but do not suggest of Light divine relationship and Christian connotation poet, forget your old beloved nation let new government sanction...

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At any moment, looking at the world, we don't notice the love that flows secretly, Like an unseen river winding through the valley of our days, Gentleness, a whisper of wind caressing the leaves, Faith, a glimmer of a star illuminating the darkness of silence. They are virtues, you might say, but they are more than words; They are crumbs...

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Take notice of the beggar man that soon your eyes shall meet, Offer out an outstretched hand and ask to take a seat. This man is more than just another man who’s lost his way, He’s more than just a man who walks the streets alone each day. Within his eyes, a story lives, a past that's rich and...

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Near the end, is far too late to find what you have lost;  obvert your gaze to all the tiny miracles, to hear, to see, to touch;    the wind through ancient Aegean trees re-formed to herculean bonsai; iridescent shimmering of Iris’ sunlit snow atop her goddess mountain; calico, rough against your tender sun-kissed skin as day turns into...

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four ballerina beauties took a stroll searching for a tutu they could all agree on no one appeared to notice their beauty not a surprise… standoffish New York city dwellers...

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