Process Poems - Poems about Process

The ultimate process is living life. We can learn everything through love and strife. It’s not just the content that fills each day, Living in the moment teaches the way. Find your true self and learn secrets untold, Inside is wisdom and truth to behold. Overcoming struggles helps us to grow. Learning to love helps us go with the flow. Created uniquely one...

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Do not stare in unbelief Or marvel at the moment of a miracle Rather stand in complete relief That energy has shown itself completely In metamorphic perfection Metamorphic elements in pure perfection Evolve and become the seeds The next stage of evolution Be not in a state of amazement But content in each moment of the process ...

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There is strength in acknowledging a passion Something the world fights against Knowing God puts intent into His creation There becomes a complication Spiritual warfare often challenges The closer we get to finding answers "I feel like this is my calling." Questions of what causes the stalling Prayer warriors with battlefields in closets God's intent never fails; we must involve Him...

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Teach them how to discern and learn, Don’t leave them helpless to crash and burn. Teaching them just content, they learn it your way. Teach them the process of learning today, You give them a lifetime of learning every day. ...

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hovering in limbo ideas strewn about lacking sense or reason images suspended in mid air notions and impressions floating and colliding vague feelings in the raw idly drifting meet their match simmering a stance before long ... thoughts are forming notions interpreting and framing and a plan's laid out for action AP: 3rd place 2025...

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There he sits In a cell of choice Paying the price For shattered voice She stands on a stage Belting out words of hope Inside, cowering in a corner With a frayed rope They hold their signs Gather in crowds Shouting powerless views To attempt a break down ...of numbers Isolated in countries Without a proper home Everyone comes in But leaves them, alone Humanity straddles the knife Begging for a peaceful life Finding...

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haiku : manifestation process heart whispers symbols mindful make intentions, plans ~ action complete, sleep ____________ hiku he ART w h i s p e R...

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I sit and I wait Wait for your return Have I done enough My tummy starts to turn I don’t know when it will happen or why I want to stay but here is all I’ve wanted, since I’ve been away. I look for my home, but home is in the past. Now everything is broken,gone and I’m the last....

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Oh,my dear busy honey bee, Your life...

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"Don't drown in pain, allow true love for self surf the trauma!"...

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I still myself in the hallowed dream of light and love. In the significant withdrawal of time, holding my breath I breathe in the silence, stillness and sound. I silently dwell in the rapturous becoming Of the unhindered, unbridled emotions--- Holding myself in the chilling sphere of fear. In the gnawing acoustics of survival---- Allowing every ounce of stillness...

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Life is a process There is no eternal life No youth that is not old There is nothing to cling to A hundred years from now Without you without me We struggle for life We can't take away A grass and a tree We cling to life Can't take away A trace of vanity love Life is short We don't have time to argue No time...

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There is an unwritten process in the book of flatulence For when it is passed Firstly, if there is a dog in the room Naturally, it was the dog who did that blast Next in line are children When an awful smell wafts by Of course it's one of the little angels Which they always and forever deny Lastly it...

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To call you a pansy insults the flower. It seems you cried for nearly an hour; your mother called to say she’d lost. So ‘space to process’ at a cost of fifty six thousand for the year to cancel class and sip craft beer… ‘Buck up’ is what my mum would say, but then of course she’d never pay so I could breakfast...

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As I stand here with nothing but the clothes on my back looking at all the devastation, all the hurt and loss, trying to process how, what, why now what? With dirt and mud On my face and hands Trying to process, Process! How do I begin to process? Emotions Flood my being. Flood, just like the water Up to my ankles, knees, thighs, waist How? I stand there looking, Death...

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