Studies Poems - Poems about Studies

To be truly, fully present Of consciousness and answering why we are here, These studies are a promising field of research Yet by powerful backlash research has halted For severe depression and PTSD Universities use micro-doses of psylocibin Derived from mushrooms It lowers stress and doesn’t cause hallucinations Follow up studies show dramatic improvement of conditions not previously responsive to conventional medications and therapies This chemical is still widely...

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with a stabilised sky I can watch the world turn where the blurs of the cars and shooting stars collect in my mind smoothing over scars ...

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Good neighbors, sweet friends, Can you forgive me? In long, still and creeping hours of study, I can be stern and inaccessible. My studies tax me to basest function, resting, weight-like, on my wretched shoulders. I, too-weary, ebb and at times, tend to spare few feelings and gall, as if licensed. Sometimes I go, unwillingly to class, a melancholy lass. Please, if we...

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There’s a feeling called the drifting force that makes you want to shift your course and find a better vector on boring study nights. They’re so many things a girl starts missing, like hugging, dancing and oh, yes kissing, when she lets a dry syllabus control her life. After several hours of intensive reading, your intuition is that what you’re needing, is something we’ll politely call ‘delights’. But you make the almost painful choice and...

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I’m sporting this new lipstick it won’t fade, smudge or smear I’ll be lucky if it wears off this year. I’ve got this new eyeliner that’s like a luxurious, glittering, penciled tattoo Leong asked, “How do you get it off you?” I unpacked these chemical wonders to see if they’ve lost their luster by being neglected since last summer. When you study too much,...

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We’re no strangers to perceptible sacrifice so, we’ve put all flavors of fun on ice. Einsteining overnight - alone - is about as exciting as a windows phone. But I’ve been-to-the-show as a pinckney, and in my years of parental-stalking analyses the juice is definitely worth the squeeze. Soon holiday parties will be made gold by candlelight and champagne cold. We’ll decorate with...

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Somedays I feel like crazy, The world seems unhealthy. My day seems boring, And I don't know what to think. I look out of my window, To find trees and people I didn't know. Daydreaming seemed to be my best hobby, Dreaming of what if I was a barbie. But then reality seem to slowly confront, As I open my eyes, to find my...

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Let’s do character studies she said. I had no idea what she meant. Her mouth was thin and mean-looking when she suggested it. I feel she is wound so tight; her springs might break. I imagine them pinging around the room like bullets. She is the oddest writing teacher I have ever had. She gives us total freedom. Some of us...

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The poetry section has a crazy short limit on characters so my piece had to be posted as a short story. https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/creeping_studies_9422 Thanks for reading!...

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In my psycology class we looked at some recent studies on how the pandemic has changed people. Apparently there’s a new breed of post-pandemic man. This new strain is more grown up, well-rounded and getting more sleep. They’ve experienced intellectual growth in lock-down, they’ve taken up hobbies and gained in self confidence. It seems they’re...

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Beware of the interloper A virus in a box A jug A bowl A mug....

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isolated conduits of frontal forms poses portrayed figurative fantasies finessed obsessed introspectives intense expressive lines ...

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It’s bitter Negative In Sociology Both bitter and sweet Positive and negative In physics Sweet now Positive In Biology...

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the chump! if it causes doubt shouldn't we eliminate the possibility of doubt? than all who look to me shall stand in the presences of something assured and without doubt? who shall answer the call: to stand amidst the farro and be fallin among the dust. in defeat from the better man. might I wear the crown before you to make you realize I am...

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I sometimes sit At the train station And watch the people Go by. They sweep past Hurriedly, filling the quiet Of my thoughts With bustling energy. Then a little one’s head Will turn, inquisitive Eyes questing to know more about This curious lady in Her red felt hat, And for that moment, The swirling hordes pause And the world takes Notice. Before his mother pulls Gently on his hand, Before she admonishes...

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