Stages Poems - Poems about Stages

(A reflective voice whispers) In the Dawn of a new feeling of Life, Maybe even at high school Did you embrace one of its golden rules To hold hands with someone you deemed so special Encouraged by first love's, sweet kiss For it to then carry you through, to meet the super cool, Twilight of your Life With the only...

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When I was young I didn’t think In terms of accomplishment I guess my ego wasn’t developed enough To have the perspective and appreciation To consider it all worthwhile, but I also think those childhood achievements Pleased my parents more than myself. By the time I was done with school What I accomplished were the simply things I did just living...

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Stage One: There was a crime? Oh, please don't offend, because I'm saying IT NEVER HAPPENED. Stage Two: Just ignore whatever you read. IT HAPPENED BUT NOT THE WAY YOU SAID. Stage Three: Okay, Giuliani, our legal eagle said IT HAPPENED BUT IT WASN'T ILLEGAL. (Wait, what? Giuliani's been disbarred?) Stage Four: Okay, the liberal press did their due diligence and we have...

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Embryonic Stage So comfy and warm Not feeling a hint of harm Oh, what’s happening Birth Good grief, it’s so cold O’er and o’er again was told “Beautiful baby” Child Age Play sports, make good grades Life’s full of adventure days Hates vegetables Teen Years It’s an awkward age Parents struggle through this stage Just stay sane through it Young Adult Years Leaving home first time Into unknown, a steep...

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Christ said Judge and condemn not But people do too much For us to remain silent The truth is hard to say It's also hard to swallow. Now ponder You might wonder Your perception A reflection of you Do you know the meaning of life? Everyone with different story or meaning I guess none knows the meaning of life. What are...

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The Whiteness The Blackness The woods The meaningless words The Lies While we fall behind Writing in white On white paper The Love The Hate The Screams (Hidden) The Laughter Things Forgotten They don’t see They do not care About you Or me Lost in these words Lost on these pages Lost in the mind Exit out of reality Enter the unknown See what’s not shown to you Look Behind the scenes These words Written out on these...

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This is my modern English translation of the poem "Stages" by the great German poet Hermann Hesse from his novel "The Glass Bead Game." "Stages" or "Steps" by Hermann Hesse from his novel The Glass Bead Game translation by Michael R. Burch As every flower wilts and every youth must wilt and exit life from a curtained stage, so every virtue—even our...

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Am I in that stage of Grief where I’m just angry? Like how dare you leave me? You were the glue. I shed a tear or two. Then aggression enters and it feels like a big f you I need you. But you had better things to do How is it? The other realm? I just wish I could see you again Take...

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When I found out you died I scrambled and panicked. Not because you were gone, but needing proof of your presence. I checked the last texts and tore up my bed I want to throw. up. From the last words we said. Your friends never knew because you kept me From you. But then you died. Your efforts to compartmentalize your loved ones...

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In the quiet corners of the heart, Where shadows linger, dreams depart, The path of grief begins to wind, A journey through the fractured mind. **Denial** cloaks the soul in shrouds, A veil of fog amidst the clouds, A hollow echo, faint and thin, Where reality can’t enter in. ...

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It cowers in the corner, newly born. I turn my spite-soaked back, riddled with resentment and pull the thin veil to sink beneath its cover. I will not watch it crawl, but it breathes, a shadow at the edge of my own threatening to merge. It waits, as I do for nothing while I ignore its cries and mine. And I turn to stone silently refusing the darkness at my feet. ~ It screams a...

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I'm not an 'ingénue' anymore - that’s been vitiated. I'm not innocent, pure, naive or vulnerable - which are technically, 'ingénue' requirements (I don’t make the rules). That being said, if no one has an objection, in terms of narrative trajectory, I'd like to be considered a 'fémme fatale' until further notice. . . Songs for this: HEATED by Beyoncé Hysterical Us by Magdalena Bay ...

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Across the years, 400 plus, my stories endlessly play out their parts. I played not on painted stage, but I knew the human heart - I captured, with quill and scratch, the passions of laughter and tears. I held up a mirror, in doublet and verse, to things unbound by years, like the weight of grief, the lightness...

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Ages and stages I ponder the pages Of journal writing wrought. Wasted musing; Time I’m losing Over years life’s lessons taught. It’s embarrassing to see The one and former me Gullible, ignorant girl. Thought she was grown up Kept herself caught up In the wicked wiles of this world. As I read and I ponder, I can’t help but wonder: What would have become of me If the Lord didn’t...

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Moonlight shivers On my cold, rattling pane to wake Me from my own sleep's winter. The condolences in this season's life— She's someone else in bristling glow; To draw me out, she takes her time. A frost crescendo Dropping shadows Hint of snow. Moonlight shivers— She's someone else in bristling glow, Hint of snow....

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