Stir Poems - Poems about Stir

A subtle stir is born in my mind, a dance of thoughts rising, Like foam finding its place in the azure sky, seeking unwritten answers among the stars, Yet fearing the earth that pulls dreams towards itself, a merciless magnet of freedom. We dream in endless chapters, pages full of hopes and fears, Where the end is a distant...

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One flew over the cuckoo's nest, No need to wear my Sunday best. As I lie here staring at the ceiling, Devoid of any sense of feeling. I feel I'm not in one's right mind! These thoughts so deep are hard to find. Although I'd like to scream and shout, Just to find a way to work things out. My head is filled...

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the beat of wings the bells and merry flight of snow the flap of angel crew as day unveils the drop of dew the pearls and birches whisper blow the hymn of fresh horizon’s born this morn the reds and greens in tune in sunrise glow and shake of berries in cardinal’s pine awake...

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the beat of wings the bells and merry flight of snow the flap of angel crew as day unveils ...

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Version #1 She stirs, and with her, the earth shakes, lifting dust from where silence once lay— a force long restrained, now breaking loose. Version #2 She awakens, and the earth quivers, stirring up dust from the calm that once lingered— a power that was held back, now set free....

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In the silent sanctuary of melancholy, a stir is born, The flow of consciousness streams like a river from the depths of creativity, Where each soul finds its unique, unsearched significance, And yet, defeated by the irony of fate, the individual relinquishes their sacred right, To take all that is offered without critique, without seeing, For they walk a path...

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Under the infinite sky of our destiny, the waves of souls stir, A sea of average spirits, drifting aimlessly on the waters of silence, Lacking that aristocratic individuality, as demanded by Christ or Buddha or Plato, Hiding in the anonymous multitude, with secret desires for self-glorification. We are leaves in the whirlwind of a cosmic wind, guided by unseen...

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These lines were written for a contest about aging on another poetry site. They do not reflect my attitude about the process, nor should you allow them to affect you. My sorrowful thoughts were wandering in yesterday, the stubborn ones that always ignore my plea to leave. There was a time when scampering was normal for me, but reaching...

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Much of what I say might sound like it’s stirring up trouble, but it's the truth! Quote by Malcolm X ...

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As though mixing the caffeine of deep desires and wishes With the crystal water cognizance to make gold-brown niches Where-from, yearnings, like fogs of fine frankincense, resurrect Bedecked with the sweet-bitter-blend, filtered conscience effect Settings get upset; there's an idle-ordeal order. Foundations, once set, turn reflections on a broken mirror. Kingdoms and empires are brought to below-ground level dust. When stirs turn...

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A character study done here. You always liked to stir things up. Like a washer agitator You thought your tactics a good touch. Stirring, stirring until worn out A good name you just loved to smear. The fabric ripped, buttons cracked, gone. Desiring to ruin a nonsuch. You'd set the trap, you fishhook baiter. Carrying on life, minutes later You'll never change,...

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“Discard oh hermit, sermons of the preacher ~ Know that silence alone, is our true teacher” ~ quote by poet When we sit in staid stillness, nodes within stir, whirring forcefully, creating a bliss mist, best understood as an energy transfer, whence save God-focus, remains no to-do list. Grace in-pours when with pulse of love we concur, shifting from head to...

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"Life can get in the way of life. Make sure you stir in lots of love and happiness." By Poet My life recipe for a long and happy life. Many hugs and kisses daily now stir in laughter and a pretty smile. Spoonful of love and happiness a pinch or two of fun. Make sure you stir my life. ...

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“Curiosity is also my worst vice, and once stirred one not to be denied.” Anthony Ryan My love contains lavender and elements of surprise Like a warm wet whimsical wave Lose yourself in my chocolate eyes Find fuchsia freedom hazel happy place The sight of me a delightful blue breeze Warming your red southern region Making green spring and all...

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Written: February 28, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mayhem prevails as calm dries and stirs rise. A ruckus erupts as words and deeds blend. Oh, the wrath, related storm, and squall size. Building burning blaze, to draw in hearts trend. Dance and bustle, spark the...

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