Speck Poems - Poems about Speck

A speck of dust floated in the wafting breeze, looking at Mother Earth below with disdain, for was it not frolicking about with ease? Imagined sense of freedom made ego vain, so prayed to the gods above on bended knees, for boundless freedom eternal, free from pain. Thus in delusions of grandeur so engrossed, it wanders till this day, like a soulless...

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A singular speck So rarely noticed More often removed rather than studied But here you are, you made it In view! All we crave and despise 'to be looked at' I see you now, your fleeting time On the side of the roll top bath I happen to be in You knowing nothing of me I learn very little of you Other than you...

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"All of us are on a journey and the answers are unspoken" Quote by _Constance La France The song I usually sing is one of self-love, What I wish you'll believe, akin a moon above. My hands carry identical atoms to yours as well, As I admire a June grass sprout, I rest and dwell. Each grain of diligent...

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The water does so drink of the land it fills it sides rising up making rivers lakes streams and ocean I am confounded by the waves of the liquid increasing slowly I float I drift away I am non-breathing I am just a speck of sand? 3/24/22 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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Man, Is just a speck of cosmic dust Yet His mind can the whole universe Embrace! © Demetrios Trifiatis 11 March 2022...

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his frame huddled against wind gusts knives in his ribs a speck 'midst snowdrifts...

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I AM JUST A SPECK IN THE UNIVERSE; FROM DUST I CAME, TO DUST I SHALL RETURN. I AM MADE UP OF ALL ELEMENTS FOUND ON MOTHER EARTH,FROM THE HIGHEST MOUNTAINS TO THE DEEPEST SEA, SPECKS OF ME CAN BE FOUND EVEN IN OUTER SPACE. THE CREATOR MOLDED ME FROM ALL ELEMENTS KNOWN TO MAN AND UNKNOWN...

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A scene of disgust in these modern times. Down backstreet allies, under street signs. ...

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You’ll never be my heart or world, only my God can be He saw me as an embryo, and knew … who I would be God knew even sinews of me, before not much to see He’s my always, my everything, in joy … or agony He’s my strength when my weakest, my adrenalin for pain My hope, when disillusioned, and my sunshine … in the...

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Warm static pours, inundates my being; light of love, Omniscience. One with the All; swimming in the void. Consciousness I am; a cosmic seed. I feel everything, everyone; everything, everyone is me. Just a speck in the ether’s; sliver of something greater than myself; I am a lesser god particle. Then, I remember I have a mortal body and fall from grace, straight into the clay. 7-13-2021 'A Brian Strand...

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Jesus walked on water it’s true, It was Peter that challenged: “Prove to me Jesus, prove it is you” Jesus said;”walk over to me” But Peter he sunk, he sunk in the sea The symbolic message of this story is lost It’s not about water, it is about trust. The sea was violent as are rocky times...

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It’s sad to see a foreclosed soul Stacked in white sheets rising Or elephants that die a “noble death” To hear the passing sirens That dare disturb our sleep Give us pause to wonder Whose last breath. The plot we’re given Slow or fast unravels Lunatics in fringe worn clothes Dance on as mortals weep Laughing Gods amidst Their armchair...

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I have gained nothing from white supremacy with singular power, sans The Almighty My faithful friend with sheets of white my pal, poised, unpen itself to make things right How squeaky clean each new beginning? that borrows from the dead, and those still living I arrived blank naked and undisguised my soul redeemed in light of sunrise. I have gained nothing from white...

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There’s a speck of September under my skin the first smell of fog a taste of decay swallowed with my morning coffee There’s a speck of September dancing goosebumps across my arms when I wake to darkened hours as August pages quickly turn There’s a speck of September under summers last light as a vee forms dark layers drifting south downy soft against sky’s flesh There’s a speck of September in...

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Great blue sky above Great blue sea below Turquoise mornings And warm sunsets' glow What more could one have need for What else might there be to seek? When perception arises to its peak Then one loses all the words to speak...

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