Prodigy Poems - Poems about Prodigy

Dear Diary My dog died yesterday. We were playing frisbee in the back yard and it was really hot. I'm not allowed to run so he did the running for both of us and I guess it just wore him out because he fell on his side and breathed really hard and then just ...

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An orphaned child in a home locked away, A misfit yearning for a place to stay. A single bulb in the basement glowed— Where she played chess with the janitor, silent and slow. She might have been taught the specifics of the game, Little did anyone know she was queen of the same- Losing herself in the black and white  squares of...

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When maneuvering the world circus, The strongest human being in the world the wisest being in the universe... ! if he were we would have limbo as in...

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A son embarks on The worlds wanders Triumphant in his dreams Swallow’s unrelenting blunders Mother hugs him Father gripes Our only child In the war of stripes Elicit drums beat For his fight Mother loves him Father loses sight Their only son Shot down today Mother cries Her heart out Father remembers his Only child and shouts God you know I prayed for his life Our only child I and my wife You let...

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You have the Florentine beauty of the soul, with pale fingers as if made of snow, you play nocturne farewell melody on my ribs as if they were a harp. and your renaissance soul will conquer this simple one of mine, and it will not remain of me nothing but an outline in your past that will complete your Shakespearean tragedy. A...

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Liquid truths slide silent, like the thoughts Pieces of the petal whisper soft hues Blazing dreams amid the shadows, spots Blurring, warming, passions to suffuse Lighting the heart with promises bold Joy portraying all the wonders, a muse Melodies aching to breath and behold Delights of the flower, beautiful grace Following prayers made of genuine gold Laughter so warm it feels like an embrace Hugging...

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Pretty little munchkin, precious, precocious. She knows the notes. but the music is dashed off; a mechanical rendition. I imagine Mozart with a Tommy gun that could be dangerous. Clatter, clatter, clatter, ratatattat. The child smiles, she's adorable! The world belongs to her. I hope for god sake, she will be careful with it....

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I was no prodigy Did not even try Walking aimlessly Life sliding by I was no genius Did not even try Did the best I could Still standing by...

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He was the fragile one , An Introvert , A Nerd . He had many names. His work spoke for itself that he was one of a kind. A mountainous journey , barefoot , hungry , thirsty and broke he kept going . Pushing ! Pushing ! Finally he passed stage one. Never cried ! Never complained! Always curious...

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Nirvana protégé podcast/youtube phenom quite mature talented young lass promising future media attention did capture overnight starlet exhibits bravure generates profuse nonstop outstandingly positive conjecture nine year old greeted in France bonjour mademoiselle so innocent and pure guaranteed future success near anonymity one day household name the next, automatic fame secure, whose beautiful swarthy complexion compounds allure. Courtesy technological tentacled trappings everywhere twenty first century raw talent discovered anywhere across world wide web instant...

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Pretty little munchkin, precious, precocious. She knows all the notes. but the music is dashed off; a mechanical rendition. I imagine Mozart with an assault rifle - that could be dangerous. The child smiles, she really is adorable! The world belongs to her. For god sake, be careful with it....

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She came out of the chute with a song in her brain. She sang it all the way home, leaving hospital, during a big rain. How old is she? Her pleased grandma asked. Twenty-six hours, her Dad and Mom basked. She’ll be a singer. She is already a star! She is better than you, Grandma said, “And I mean by...

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I hear it, That symphony in my head, Countless notes guiding my being into a new beginning, following the notes and each one creating the orchestra of my body. But, my hands are frozen, my body frail to the well equip mind, My band plays on broken down pans and splintered strings. But a glimpse of well oiled bows, refined...

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Another day and sadly another Hip-Hop legend passes One half of Mobb deep and he's responsible for a few classics Juvenile hell came out in 93 when I was 1 years old The infamous which they released in 95 is when they started to reach the masses Drink away the pain makes me think of my dad Prodigy is one...

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A boy and board in Brooklyn bedeviled by the breath of baroque battles bemused with a belligerent brain beauty and befriended by battlefield bravado, the chessmen championed his ego wickedly warring to a visionary's voodoo, those soldiers of black and white instrumentality would be the boy's unfailing family never gainsaying his genius, an army of absolute loyalty, they will conceal his swindle,...

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