Thesis Poems - Poems about Thesis

The body and spirit are one They die together and never They shall return cause they’ve done Best they could to be gone forever Dear God, can this be disproved? I have serious doubts cause you are Too much of a tradition unmoved Too much of a strange Eastern Tsar You judgement please those who hold power You bring solace to all the rest I...

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There’s an old joke, “Procrastinate now, because the sooner you fall behind, the longer you’ll have to catch up.” Ha ha. While a lot of students around here, even the good ones, are procrastinators, I’m a diagnosed pre-crastinator. I obsess over syllabuses and start things immediately. I've got rough drafts of things due three months from now. I’m a planner....

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(a holiday vignette) I’m taking a chunk of my holi-days to work on my thesis (So is Lisa). Without classes we can fully devote our minds to them. My senior thesis hangs over me, I can’t ignore it. I banged my funny bone - what even IS a funny bone? My entire arm is tingly and numb. This song...

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When you assert a thesis, you’re well convinced in it I have a nationality, therefore I exist Then comes a counterthesis, never to be missed I skip the nationality, but nonetheless, exist The opposites appear to be equally compelling Which one to choose depends on throwing of the dice No one will argue or agree with what you’re telling You’re...

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I’m tired of influencers faking nervousness. my generation wants to care less these days. it’s a counter-current hack. we want to be less defined. we can search and reflect for ourselves. we’re sick of the emotion that’s all over everyone’s faces, the unsightly splotches of opinion. the entire election machine, the process of getting there, is smudged. It’s a curated mess, an advising spin, an incomprehensible hex: “Oh...

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Peter (my bf) is coming to town - tonight. I’m breathy with excitement. My energy is so sick. “Someone scrape her off the walls,” Leong remarked, as I bounded out of my room this morning. Lisa winced, holding her hand up, as if to block the sun, “You never smile in the morning.” “And she’s...

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This heart is old, it owns no thesis. This heart's been broken, a zillion pieces, coated in chocolate, sold as Reese's.. This heart still holds the human species. It laughs with Buddha. It walks with Jesus.....

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. Behind mine rough I heard what only tough ...

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Does non-verbal communication sometimes also mean pre-verbal action, with unlanguaged intuitions preceding calculating language LeftBrain labeling and commodifying objectifying RightBrain subjective feelings to their logically languaged conclusions? Does non-violent communication sometimes also mean pre-violent fortunate and threateningly unfortunate critical rhetorical events pre-compassioned, positive and negatively impassioning behaviors? Actively hoping to send a properly received message, an effective message confluent within a not ineffective messenger medium to build up or destroy primal relationships within Earth and...

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Thesis About Puzzle and Its Pieces Prepared thesis about puzzle with its pieces, And what happens when each one increases; Will abound; Me astound; My many actions putting together ceases. Sounds like politics to me at times. Jim Horn...

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I have been reading a rootless thesis: Lack of commitment to a permanent home causes depression, over-commitment to inside claustrophobic voices, failing deep-rooted immune systems, obesity, disassociation, Fear of outdoor climate pathologies, un-walled infestations alien predators threats to our own ongoing ecopolitical empowerment too competitively overwhelming to ever get unstuck from relentless ruminations representing financial survival issues, arguments, tensions about paying electric bills, oil bills, gas bills, military-industrialized and automated defense bills, or WWW perpetual...

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She was an abstract woman in a clinical world theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities, whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies' over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons, therefrom she found divinities were misaligned with governmental expansions as an alternative to spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics, 'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically...

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Freedom life as sacrifice But tell me what's the ending price ? When most are bound beneath these chains And all one sees has gone insane Shall I entangle engage, within my mind Mortified's mortgaged morticious Eyes whom wish to cast me aside their spells Melancholy's, projected tears while sounding crimson's rusted Bells behind these bars they've bent themselves Amid...

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Freedom life and sacrifice But tell me what's the ending price? When most are bound beneath these chains.... And all one sees has gone insane Shall I entangle, engage within my mind Mortifieds mortgaged morticious eyes Whom wish to cast me under their spells Of melancholies projected tears.... While sounding crimsons rusted bells Behind these bars they bent themselves Amid conceptions misconceived This tainted...

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Thru a series of psychological tests I have been declared a demon Travellin' thru dimensions fatal weapons leave you bleedin' Dissecting grey matter doesn't matter in my cathedral But how can you stand my timberlands in your cerebral Faces of space probes be scattered thru my mental Acoustics in my chamber just endanger instrumental Fundamental rhythms are symbols of paternal power Get...

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