Patterns Poems - Poems about Patterns

I create shelter inside my head Constantly seeking external validation and words of affirmation Perpetuating these routines and these words Unconditionally curious for the future: That is what you mean to me Yet I set back the clock and find a time in the cycle Where you love me and I hate myself I scream for help with broken vocal chords And you...

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Lunar alabaster gleams beneath the void The infant’s mind is carved in stone Neural patterns branch like frost across the barren surface Face recognition etched in marble relief The first spark of knowing Sound waves frozen into rings echo mother's silent song Small fingertip grooves map first touch sensation then the human footprints vanish, art remains...

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I watched the birds from afar, they swooped, and they soared right up high, then straight toward the ground, They made me dizzy, with the patterns they made in swirling circles going around and around, It was all so fast like a hair-raising race, with each bird desperate to not be last, Were they friends just playing games...

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Stars are flashing jewels of light worn by angels, dripping sparkles that hover within nights’ indigo skies. Each stellar star is a heavenly diamond carefully cut and crafted by the hand of God cradled and held, as unique as a fingerprint marking the lines of space and time. Creator God set the stars in their courses He knows each...

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Instead of someone, I feel like no one. because I know when all is done, To you I’m work, but to me you’re fun. But who you met, was not the one you now will find; whose trust you’ve kept, who now confides; the truth of what was built on lies. Nothing lasts, our paths are fast approaching days...

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Shapes and Patterns Shapes and patterns don’t require ropes tied on all their side as they descend or ascend precipitous drops. ...

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Rose-tinted strata, Earth's flesh peeled back reveals ancient dreams. Blue veins pulse beneath the desert's sleeping face. Coral ripples freeze In stone waves as time's tide Catches mid-flow. Twin pools of salt Mirror dead moons. Wind-carved canyons twist Like DNA strands Earth's code Written in stone. Pink arterial paths Lead nowhere and everywhere. Cellular walls built from centuries of silence; Nature paints...

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Patterns, of investigation, Autumn starlings, murmuration, Tidal sand wave, undulation, Tectonic plates, foliation, Evergreen fronds, forestation, Rainbows of illumination, Nature’s endless, fascination, Science, our imagination. ...

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Woe to pain in heart Time ticks tremendously so Torn apart from the start Engrained with patterns In my mind frame, discerning What is evil or good… Clear as water here Murky rivers and lakes flow…childish fears draw near Naught lasts forever Life here is temporary A lot of kindness… In this world of woe Portrayed on other’s paintings History repeats. We all...

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Patterns of our past may or may not reveal that the die has been cast. However, such revelations may give clues to the real you. When navigating the path of our dreams, we long to unravel and make sense of every scene. We remember the visions we had seen. While gazing into the rear, it becomes clear that indeed, we strutted upon the...

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In the cosmic dance, where stars collide, Galaxies spiral, and planets ride. Saturn’s rings shimmer, Jupiter’s dim, Moons circle round, a celestial hymn. From quasars’ crescendo to pulsars’ beat Cycles in cycles take form and retreat Superstrings vibrate, harmonies entwine, From dust comes life, Is there a design? Supernovae explode, Notes of awe, Dust fields condense To a nebula...

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Spirals of trails from wandering snails, Dapples of white and pink petals, Imprints of pattering puppy paws Adorned the path that we walked. The art was most masterful on the dark pavement; Patterns of nature installed. ...

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PATTERNS ? The Brain Wakes up To the dawn Never suspecting That numbers in nature can grow In a specific sequence that some now understand The basis of shapes and the way we see nature - compliant, yet proud to be seen ...

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Snow falls on house roofs falling in with the shingles set in a pattern...

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It's a nothing to say day Unless prompted, then it tumbles out I have decided to be cautious about confirmation bias Quit inadvertently seeking to prove bad stuff is true I shall free it Random thoughts sail in Walking into the shop as a child Pizza flavoured crisps had been invented In - get this, pizza slice shapes! There was also a 'Dress Diana'...

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