Persists Poems - Poems about Persists

In my dreams I am small Flowers budding Behind deaf ears When I leave you Inevitable in its longing I wish to be A grain of sand In your hurricane A leaf in your jungle Hiding ripe fruit Red as my tongue Beneath low fronds....

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Our summer fellowships are over! We learned a lot - for instance - how summer’s a lot less fun when you’re hemmed-up, inside working. I mean, we preesh’d the clinical experience, the learning, and especially how good these fellowships will look on our med-school applications - seriously - but there were a hundred rules -...

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Outside my aperture, the storm is lashing hard, I preserve my story, while you've held discard. Mists are drifting in; an extra cyclone is tackling, I'm contemplating in distress, in serenity feeling. If you were shrunk to the size of a drop of water, And even if you grow mysterious, you have won. Consider the colors in the azure sky after...

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There is nothing left here, only time persists You and I don’t belong there, we were not there to witness I wish I would let you be free I wish you a sound sleep for tomorrow And I kiss you, goodbye Where you will pick up your bundle of peace. There is nothing left here, only time persists We are nomads here,...

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It has been a century and a half since emancipation. However, stubbornly persisting is racial discrimination. Despite many anti-discrimination laws today, people are still breaking and ignoring them anyway. Racists from all over are continuing to disobey. The situation is just too perplexing to me. Why can't we ever learn to live in harmony? inspired by...

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And the pity’s infected their whispers. And the advice arrives in the mail. No return addresses; No self-revelations. There are so many smiles, I could wallpaper the sky. I could trade introspection for consolation. The carolers stopped singing outside my door in favor of mingling with a couple who’ve inferred my reality. I’ve passed by and only nodded to their whispers drowned out by keys in the locks....

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Precious paranoia persists My mind is anxious To die at this point in time I have seven kills While you own none Yet my run from you is rampant Though you’re up in your room Uninterested...

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