Shift Poems - Poems about Shift

sometimes it requires a phase shift, rather than a tilt, lean, sag or bend, to shine a bright beacon light ~ to see, and be seen, in...

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Our blessings aren't always adorned with ribbons that looks like a celebration It can be a random hello that might delay your trip but protect you from harm It's a smile that connects you with a stranger You never knew you needed I guess if you walk in expectation It does not matter who tries to rain on your...

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In colors he bloomed, with a big red nose, He chose the job where laughter grows. There he stood in rounded boots, With a grin of mischief and playful hoots. Dressed like a child, his costume loose, A floppy hat, a bright jumpsuit. Then came the rain--it cleared the crowd, While the magician watched, silent and proud. And through the downpour, something broke...

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The sun was so friendly, he shot out a ray, but when nighttime approached, he could no longer stay. The sun hit the ocean, and the moon hit the sky as the stars twinkled Helios a bashful goodbye. But ol' Sol will be back, so you needn't weep - he'll return in the morning when stars go to...

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The lights dim, and a single spotlight illuminates the dude speaker/He adjusts the microphone the voice, and when it comes, it is strong.) The Confidence Man)/ He's not a robber with a gun and mask, He's smoother than silk, a velvet task/ a wanna be hipster and grifter, mean and selfish, a con man to...

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crucifixion a shift shaking the perspective of subject and object ...

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It is time to change the gear you are causing a mountain of fear people are running to and fro looking for a safe place to go the cars are climbing slowly up the hill and there is a traffic jam and I hope that you can understand. Nothing is coming and nothing is going the heat is raging and everyone is complaining meet...

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My buddy will always be like poetry. But sadly, the poetry itself caused suddenly an emotional rift. And I thought she will be standing firmly at her stand and I would remain feeling stupidly upper hand and silently drift. But she proved herself to be the better one just to make me realise graciously a real buddy bond does not ever break or shift and showed me thawing my...

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Once I was blind, lost in my own way, As forms change around me, night turns to day. It’s wondrous to see the stars shining bright, The moon swaying gently in the cool night. We rush through our lives, unaware of the speed, Caught in our routines, like plants from a seed. We miss how the world spins and transforms, Like clay...

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Ding, ding, ding. My phone is on the table. I haven’t answered anyone yet. I haven’t answered anyone all morning. I remember things. I spilled cereal that morning. That’s when the shift started. I looked around. Someone is saying things. Bird seed spilled on the ground. Which reminds me. Of being able to fly. A past life and I. Ding, ding, ding. I turn off my phone at night. But...

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Observe Do not react Make desires a focal Give your attention to desires Control....

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The Shift The shape that simple. Not sewn to disguise the inner person... Wise in its design, the unmissable adress complements the mind, laid out, informal. Desire embroider sight with hidden shape and curves not known well... Seamless the shift from closet mind to knowing it all- shifts the childlike heart from unreal to real. Rarely left unpicked, the cotton - on cloth of an...

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Shaking her wet ears, uncertain How her purpose may be best served Stagger concealed in immersion Shown the pasture that she deserved Frolicking safely within a flock Diminutive trot to the beat kept timid Faithfully bides...

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In the medical field where hierarchies reign, Students’ growth can be stifled by the chain. Boss’s word, as stone inscribed, Leaves one baffled, thoughts denied. Without an iota of doubt, The question that sprouts: Is there room for a healthy atmosphere, Or will it be lost, dissolved in the sphere? "Learning...

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For the maneuvered inducement of compulsive being, the transmuting tenet of titular uniqueness, the personified convoluted identity, changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange, while the conjured chameleon furtively cocooned, paints the shifting façade of disparaging deception. In the ostensible enactment of life’s incredible drama, performance perfected in illusory one-act play, and with the obsession of passion ostensible, gilding...

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