Preoccupies Poems - Poems about Preoccupies

...There aren't many chances for misfortune to come across the path of the wise For his concern is spirituality that his soul him with it preoccupies! © Demetrios Trifiatis ......

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...Just a poetic (souper) side note courtesy chief wordsmith brother unaware ye experienced grief diagnosed as walking pneumonia please bull lief yours me, he doth care and breathes sigh of relief. ......

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...A View Of Hope Since Coronavirus: COVID 19, Had disseminated throughout our world, We safeguarded ourselves through quarantine, With worn face masks, rubber gloves kept ......

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...how would you describe your relationship with time how stressed are you are you always rushing what preoccupies your mind do you take on more than you should do you get to do what you want to......

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...Preoccupation The brain is a miraculous oddity Roaming at will, out to play, But returning to sober reality, Preoccupation stilled for focusing On the must-dos of the day. Ah, but then ther......

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... We live a lush life Options each and every turn Taken for granted Satisfaction a foreign concept Forever wanting more Striving to accumulate Cornucopia everywhere Stuff we can’t ta......

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...Cube Girl (Based on the same titled short story by me. It is not a true story so don’t be alarmed.) I’m 19 and a woman in space Meandering out for centuries I fear there’s no way back For su......

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...I am a cat to most things. With nimble thoughts falling through white padding paws I skirt about My place on earth, as though it’s a dream, a painted scene except for me. I am too slick to stick ......

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...I am now the reluctant bearer of a great and vacant void. A place that once was filled with warmth and light… Now hollow. Empty. Where before there was a piece, an element infinitely irreplaceable; n......

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...“Close the book, ring the bell, light the candle.” The witch’s words resounded in my ears. My problems now were more than I could handle and so I hoped she’d vanquish all my fears. She stared a......

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...The Weird Guy Aprils wet day has rained Since sunrise Mid-day In a friendly café The patter of skies falling water Lost in the strangers chit chat Un-listened to music Bleats But peace......

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...Her knuckles bend, they don't pretend, beneath her head plopped in pale dread Tucked tween these both an ear relieved from being grieved, both eyes near dead Slouched where she dreams she merely ......

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...I’m put upon to ponder the problem of poetry & thus, I proudly or, perhaps, perfunctorily, Ponderously pronounce with a preponderance, Even a plethora, of p’s: Poetry is pithy, prankish and per......

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