Routine Poems - Poems about Routine

May we be blessed to understand from one big moment to the next most of our life is living the moments in between.. and perhaps the best way to a happy life is to find the beauty in the routine. ...

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The clock ticks, and I sit, it’s 1 AM, A silent treatment to the passing time. Tomorrow, something I cannot touch. Where will I be? Who will I become? The question haunts me but calms me Like quiet waves. Yet I remain here, In this cold chair, at this cluttered desk, Staring at the pages. The same as yesterday. The world outside spins, And yet I’m...

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The Lep, has washed hands of St. Pat’s, does lean and fiddles in space, against tree, routine. The pot at the end of sun, was found a bit late; one won. Lep’s blind to the coot who handles gold-green. After his fiddling, is over and done, Lep gets to a-counting, his coins, for fun. He scratches his head, and blows his stack, as...

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Life is full of daily routine just things we do each day they can get pretty boring but they are required come what may We have a set of things to do that needs discipline to carry out but other situations cross our path needing our attention to what's about But even when the days is just ordinary humdrum as we call it here there's...

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The Routine I woke today, teeth like ground gears. In my dreams, I can fly far above the tear-soaked sequoias and caked roots of all that grow, flying far away from their togetherness- My waking, a cold mockery unveiled. I move along the hall, shrouded in fractured memories bound by copper, wood, cheap plastic from the "somewhere" store. All the while,...

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It all sparks off With the mention of the park Her white tail twirling Relishing the renewal Of her communion with nature Her contact with her ancestral past Then off to the park in the car Where ,after taking her ease, She sniffs at the sourness Of tired vegetation With more attractive smells To follow. Let off her lead,running free Through the rustling carpet of russet, Her paws...

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In the kitchen, pots clatter and pans clang, The blender whirs as the kettle hisses and sings, A spoon clinks in a mug, stirring tea, While toast pops up with a little ding! The cat purrs on the counter, eyes half-shut, The dog’s tail thumps as it begs for crumbs, The fridge door squeaks as I grab some jam, And the bread...

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When I arise in the morning, after “Thank you, God!” I often ask, Am I fully loaded for this day to meet and complete my many tasks? Have I spent the necessary time in thoughtful contemplation, And calmed my overactive mind with deep yoga meditation? Am I free from negative, nagging dark moods and fitful emotions? Can I rise to...

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The walls of despair hides in the dark Who can phantom the blood guilt of shame? One moment there is a smile but the night ends in grief The nightmare of uncertainty rests in the heart of potential The mind is captured by the caterwaul of regret Voices refuse to cease due to the human condition How can...

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Insanely bad mood Snippy and snarling He is four-years-old Fighting his nap time Baby sitter folds He falls asleep at six o’clock when parents come to take him home grouchy boy cannot eat wants his bed routine broken sad ...

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In my dreams you interrupt, In my shower you limit water, Putting in clothes you drum louder And getting out I'm sweating. You were to be my strength, My weakness you turned, Your tone so unpleasant to hear, Ready to turn me in to tear my status. My wish you are not concerned, Only your will...

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how absurd…an owl, wearing a night cap…the fowl an audience howl owl downs his liquor his entertainment slicker audience snicker in midst, a jeerer a foul audience nearer here comes the sheerer this owl on huge bough seriously satisfied resting one big eye trees have been silenced feathers like Autumn leaves float owl is on retreat owl dreams as bough shakes he’s trying out sick routine laughing to himself ...

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When the morning jerks the strings Of marionette puppets from their dreams Into motion they will spring Set forth upon that same routine Carried out upon the wings Of daylight as it moves and sings That same old song until it brings A sense of tired to you and me As nighttime falls and beckons sleep A gust of wind will...

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There are tears mixed into the pancake batter sun is still obfuscated by the window shades without sunshine, I still wind up a morning person Tobacco clings to me, where your scent would be sewn with many memories into the mesh of myself a premature family crest, stained and worn The new day shows only one outcome remains the eggs are runny,...

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Before the day turned into night, Before I could switch off the light, I had to change my house's plight - Clear up things and make it look right. Looked at my kitchen - what a mess! Stains in places hard to access; Cleaned it all with a good hard press And then the stove shone with finesse. The other rooms looked a...

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