Plans Poems - Poems about Plans

It’s a little complicated - what isn’t? But my plans have changed (again). Under some pressure - but not really - I was able to switch schools. From Johns Hopkins university to the Université Paris Cité. No doubt, the Hopkins acceptance helped. It’s like when you have a boyfriend - how the other boys suddenly find you more attractive? Someone...

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We hadn’t talked in years, not really. Not since childhood, when grass stains and ghost stories bound us like magic. Cousins, but closer than that — best friends before the world grew quiet. We were six, sitting in circles at recess, telling wild stories just to make the hours stretch. Remember the green-eyed creatures who chased us in our dreams? The ghost at Grandma’s house you swore was real? I never doubted you. We...

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Q What evil forces are really behind my mental confusion? A According to 1 Corn. 14:33, For God is not the author of confusion but of peace, as in all of the churches of the saints. Therefore Satan and his demons are responsible for my mental confusion...

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Take that chance every chance you get, fall on your face and then forget, live your life without regret, take that chance every chance you get. More risk by far to never make the run, and lose your dreams one by one, and forgetting each until you’re done. Rather rise and embrace each day, another step on your chosen way, there’s no better time...

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The air slowly fills with curly pungent wafts of steam billowing up from a hot freshly brewed cup of coffee. Raising the baton to conduct the dawn chorus of bird songs and plans mulled to begin. I love to see and feel the ringlet tufts of steam getting up my nose, blurring and opening up my eyes, like a curtain raise, to conduct...

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Where's it told what tomorrow brings who's in control pulling the strings it goes to show we'll never know who's to say what's around the bend down the road or at day's end we'll never know and so it goes what's in store for wrong or right in bright moonlight or on the other side of night we can wish altho' we'll never know tho' we've been...

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Winter comes. Cold wind numbs and cuts.   I am furry, in a hurry. See me scurry. How I worry. So, I bury a nut. ...

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Our caps flew like confetti. Thank god I customized mine. I'll keep it as a memento of all-nighters, friendships formed in the academic trenches, dismissive professors and group-project-tortures. This isn’t another ‘drunk girl’ holiday, despite obvious similarities. Our parents, sisters, brothers, and grandmothers are here. We came in doe-eyed, holding overpriced planners, and enough provisions for two year Mars missions. We hoped to discover...

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Hello its Moi..Me who sees.? Green sick actions and plans Do others agree.? Plans to kill some Ostriches a herd four Hundred strong.' All quite healty..Ceetificated; tested yet That has been ( submerged? Hidden? My this is surely Wrong? Must they follow the seven hundred Koalas? That Green policies eagerly slayed.? Such pointless pagan obcenity (as a helpfull move explained)...

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War's been with us since time began Part of our heritage, part of man We must adapt Not be trapped Say NO to The Orange Man's ugly plans ...

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With the evening the silence returns To stand by the open door The meaning of life slowly burns Tell me if you know what it’s for God laughs at those who make plans Does it mean we should care of his fun And his Goddess is proud of her man What a lovely business to run Or if there’s no God, tell me...

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O’ no, the Washington swamp media rails and the hypocrites are all telling tall tales. A war plan group chat on an unsecured app but how soon they forget Hillary’s emails! Fly boys were good to go in their cockpit and the Houthi strike targets were all hit. A successful mission plan ...

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Many are the hopes of man many are his plans Others spend their hours doing leave the coffee brewing… While heroes think about the house all day in...

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When it came to love I had no real plan I know I wanted to connect in an intimate way with experimentation and playfulness I was short on experience there was a pandemic I’d had few ‘at-bats’ that’s a sports metaphor Much of it seemed surreal and abstract like we’d entered another realm of everyday places there was a subtle unpredictability that was unfiltered, instinctive and...

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Will I be left here? My heart beats with fear, my nerves and sweat smear. Does he look at me, should I look to see? No, then hope might fade. I want plans I made to stay as dreams bade. This process is rude, hurts one’s attitude, shows no latitude … Has he eyed me yet? Man, my palms are wet. Wish I were all set. Please let...

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