Research Poems - Poems about Research

Love don't know me love evaids and often disappoints or is it that I'm unkind or I'm upset when thinks should be kind it seems you value precious time alone if your are the one for me then leave me alone Does it have to began like this only to get the drift you make me understand then you make me your man love don't love nobody but we...

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For two years, I've woven verses like threads of gold, Yet in the shadows, my unfinished research whispers, A ghost from the past, beckoning me to mend the frayed edges, Now and then, I stumble into a fog, yearning to complete the tapestry left undone. The research demands ten hours, six days a...

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The morning sun filters through dust-laden windows of the district education office like an unwelcome truth trying to penetrate wilful ignorance. Shelves buckle under the weight of untouched research journals like abandoned promises, their spines uncracked like vows never fulfilled, their wisdom sealed away like treasures buried by those sworn to unearth them. An academician...

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The threads we weave in the early years Define the ties that hold our fears Attachment forms, a hidden thread Guiding the paths where we are led Some reach for love with open arms while others guard with quiet alarms The past, it molds the way we love A blueprint written from above My paper seeks to lift the veil To understand...

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Those two partners pretended to be against each other, with one of them pretending to be a 'bad influence on the other one,' but the so-called good kid was just as bad as his partner in crime. And no they didn't get what they were after, my Social Security number. There are plenty of people from foreign...

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You are alive, squirming in my hand like a dissatisfied infant or a fish searching for water. You are alive, we are alive. There is something the same in us- some spark undefinable, except by contrast to its cold absence: death. You have a mind and survival instincts and stoic eyes like a sixth sense I cannot recognize. The quiet of the dissection room is heavy...

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Dust motes dance, and sunlight spills Through dusty windows of my intellectual lair The aged paper scent, comfort and snare Surrounded by knowledge, a thirst I can't share SPARK! A question burns, pushes past the dark I dive deep, wide, into oceans of knowing A treasure hunt, secrets growing Mountains of data, endlessly flowing Sifting, unearthing, piecing together Connecting dots, puzzle incomplete Every clue -...

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The simpler is a Woman's dress, the better are Her social skills....

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In ivory towers, oblivious reigns, Blind to the weight of scholarly chains, Reports unread, insights ignored, The fruits of labour, rashly scored. Heads turn away from midnight oil, Unseeing depths of earnest toil, Quality dismissed with careless ease, As if research grew on trees. Passion exploited, dedication scorned, Complexity of thought, summarily shorn, "Just another paper," they decree,...

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Research uncover Men succeed after forty Acceptance ever....

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In the labyrinth of research and scholarly delight, Eleven years, a journey, a scholar's fight. Studied child rights in Panchayats' embrace, Seeking justice for every child's space. Through case studies, interviews, discussions sprawl, Moments lost, a hard drive's fall. The symphony of data, abruptly torn, An echo of despair, a heart forlorn. Cancer's shadow cast a daunting veil, Amidst the trials, fought tooth and...

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I'm alive today For research is alive Then, what's yours now, pal?...

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You had been once a living bone, full of potential and motive, But someplace alongside the manner, you forgot your really worth and worthiness, Lost in the shuffle of existence's needs and distractions, You unnoticed your own boom and self-discovery. However now it is time to consider, To rekindle the spark that once ignited your soul, To dust off the cobwebs...

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Macula regeneration...

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A famous poet once said... Write an idea from a poet is plagiarism, but write borrowed many ideas from several poets, is research...

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