Progression Poems - Poems about Progression

city finds busy wheels rotate on roads. deals stir like ripples in minds. since centuries, life rolls on with progression. ...

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light begins to fade leaves turn red, yellow, and gold autumn hibernates...

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PROGRESSION inward  asymmetry & decorum unabridged limitless disposition of character notwithstanding the haphazard uneasy communications observed descriptive focus   an imperative sense   of place vital stable & preserved in ordered composition beginnings of language chants & stress in expressive pattern stunningly simple & natural sounds image thought   conceptual parodies consciously   evoked...

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The space in-between Two worlds When we transition From dreamland To harsh reality That moment When you are Neither here Nor there Traversing The barrier Crossing The line Stepping in Stepping out Over the threshold Negotiating the border The ready, steady Before the go The rising red curtain Before the show Liminal lostness The uncomfortable Homeless Non-place The wilderness of un-belonging The chrysalis of transformation The journey has begun Simultaneously ending Over we go.. Through we push Pay the ferryman See you on...

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Pain is often the fountain of direction in our lives We will experience rejection in this life But it is the pathway to the direction we often need! The hunger for progression must meet rejection! In the depths of our understanding We know that there is more because we want more! The cure for passivity will be something that shakes...

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Is full of concealment, form, and void. A plane of darkness where immortals descended from grace, as their flames lay buried under their temples and forgotten by. Intertwining within the heart of matter lies the key to hidden wisdom hidden in darkness, opaqued by the initiates. Man's own unreality makes him subject to the illusions, as if he is a prey of his own web. He relies deeply upon his faculties and go against...

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"Start as you mean to go on" they say An impossible task to fulfil If we start and continue along the same vein We never will blossom and grow. Evolving, reaction and organic growth Allow us to finish our task And start with the path in pursuing the goal By applying an oxygen mask Personal willing adapting to change Steeling ourselves to the cause Taking...

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“their freedom of width, yet not of height Descends, through the transpiring fright Which enraptured them, in a cage of night , never once, I would abide Preachings on the repugnant walls That seems to repulse the oppugnant scales That never pleased the reluctant deals Our seats of blank, yet never brown Generalize the...

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Dissatisfaction is the key to progress You will experience stress in many situations Life can be a mess but the best of you is yet to come! When you can't find yourself Hold on, you are a leader You can go from zero to hero When you get lost inside your brain It’s time you maintain your sanity Turn against the vanity in...

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November, I don't want you I don't want your phrases I don't want your time I don't want your care December, I don't want you I might enjoy your praises I might like how you try I don't want you there January, I might want you I like that we're no longer strangers I don't like it when you cry I like the gleam in your...

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Anxiously I waited in line single file, nervous because I hadn't been here for awhile. I hadn't given myself credit for how far I've come. This realization of my growth made me smile. What I did today is proof of my progress, and that's pretty damn cool. I summoned my courage, in line I sat....

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fine lines between respect and bull$hit i love the way respect reflects off of the concepts of our personal replies i learn new things everyday from simply being respectful loneliness teaches me lessons of the right ways to lessen thank God i am still growing by simply now knowing that unbeknownst education has led me to the doorstep of your...

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gone back to nature plants overtaking the streets nothing to wager no fannies in too small seats no more televised repeats nothing new to learn knowledge without a future only time to burn always idle computers no new wounds needing sutures airplanes are all still no one's borders being crossed no steaks on the grill no more items to defrost nothing's gained when all things lost meters keep running no...

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Undulating tide Tumultuous progression Serenity’s gaze...

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Premier Stalin was a gangster an armed robber who 'became' a Marxist 'progressive' Murdered 120 million of his fellow Soviets Seems to me his 'career' was regressive _____________________ Thanks to Sand Blown for the changes made to this poem on August 22, 2020 Your question, well-taken, S.B.! Appreciated! ~gw...

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