Structure Poems - Poems about Structure

The old dragon speaks The Old Lie: There is honey in my jaws! No more must it hunt its prey The knights went extinct long ago And now the rats are happy to scramble ...

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Sat in rows dressed for summer, we convene to talk about winter and death. There are four screens in the room. one in front left right ...

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A poem where each line starts with care, Crafting words with purpose, rare. Revealing truths or hidden lore, On every line, there's something more. Stories told with letters bold, Tangled thoughts in form unfold. In every phrase, a secret's found, Carefully woven, letter-bound....

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A structure Without a puncture holding high emotions Holding all of life’s notions Good or bad Happy or sad It holds hope and motivation In most difficult situations To find the hope Is entirely a different scope To hold tight Throughout your own personal journey and fight Art brings creation And imagination It brings forward the calm Instead of the emotional bomb Hold me tight Don’t let me take flight Into my mind...

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Story Structure Some writers leave a story at the climax, like an adolescent male leaving the reader not totally satisfied. Other writers never bring the reader the climax, of their story. Good writers take the reader with them. They start the story with an introduction to the body of characters. Learning every nuance and curve of...

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I think a lot of my name but little of my signature The letters left bleeding as they die on the page Endorsing a memory in the hearts of my readers The words free of structure —immortality assuaged (Dreamsleep: July 25, 2023)...

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"... and the lines all rhyme..." 137.4 is by Design. "... how many days are in a week..." Fourteen Two... Sun days....

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BUILDERS ARE WE Build life around the word that comes from God. If we choose to build on other terms— Use self and others and things, to build— We’re bound to glean an empty structure, With small meaning, and no way left For us to find the Master Builder. Copyright, Kathryn Search...

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A wheel of revolution is set and rolled The historian studies the track of the wheel Its total journey and any incidental events The philosopher studies the structure of the wheel The political doctrine The politician wants to lead the wheel Power struggle The voters want to control the wheel Democracy The scientist wants to speed up the wheel If relevant, like the...

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Be that as it may You are perfect in every way I don't think that words can say exactly what  I'm trying to explain just your presence eases my pain And just your glow dries the rain there's no man no stick nor stone nothing on Earth quite as strong In my eyes you do no wrong So...

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Along these Great Southern Shores Where Antarctic waters pound the beaches Or scorching Northerlies bring clouds of desert sands I do battle Having entered into a ferocious duel With the GARDEN STRUCTURE my hands of sinew and bone against elements sewn together a straight, silver representation of absolute forged by men who value strength my plans and intentions rough ink scratchings on a paper thin imagination against a...

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Face structure built like bricks You wishing that your hands can touch that pretty faces Looks like old boy beat you to it Shed tears over who This face structure is build for heart breakers like you You stating she'll be crying Over who Surely not over you I'am here to put a smile on her faces Not use or abuse her Pretty lady...

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A young Jane liked to observe, native birds and animals making notes, sketches, and reading zoology and ethology Her fascination of animal behavior, and their fundamentals has taken her back in time, to work out their chronology Jane Goodall for many years, lived among chimpanzees to study the primates of Tanzania, in their natural habitat immersing herself in their lives, and...

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Dutiful chaos, the structure divinity chose Symbiosis brims with stoicism elemental Due decay faithfully fathers subsequent growth Gracious renewal rebounds with tennis...

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Before me, was a fork upon the trail; go left- go right- confused, I just stood there. Then took a chance- not seeing past the veil of crowded ferns that hid the views with care. Not far into my chosen turn on right, I saw the tattered roof,...

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