Thing Poems - Poems about Thing

Every time I see your face My heart leaps in my chest And when perchance you wink at me? Here's what happens next... It's something like an atom bomb A stick of TNT All at once, explosions Go off inside of me No one's ever done this, Had this effect before Can you conceive what it'd be like If we both had the more? Unpublished...

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In public, it shows dominance it threatens and pretends But later on in private calls it grovels to make friends It begs the leaders to make deals they mock it everywhere The butt of jokes, the world around it thinks that it’s a player Filled with all the foulest traits a creature can contain Greed and racist, bigotry a narcissistic stain And every place the Thing has...

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The jars were meant to confuse even me — labels scrawled backward, dates falsified, contents misnamed to keep them harmless. I stacked them like decoys — rows of false feelings, the real ones buried deeper, sealed in wax no hand could open. Years I have walked these shelves blind, touching glass like a stranger in my own skin; aware of the weight, but never sure what...

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What is the most important Thing in Life? Some say Love, Some say Sex, Some say Money and or riches. Some say all manner of material things. What is your most important Posession? When I ask my friends this question One said- a good legacy. Some said their bank account. Some said their faith in God. Some said my house, Some...

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I am currently working simultaneously on twenty-three paintings. Love being in my art studio, where they are lying all around. On top of paints, brushes, glitter, glue, scissors, for I am out of room. My girlfriends are calling, but I do not answer. I am in full blown painting mode. There is a stack of forty-three canvases to my...

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there is ugliness in this world where there is no need for it why do we tolerate indifference injustice, brutality and greed when there's plenty to go around it's a game of checkers for the have's and mere survival for the have-not's AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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About Dr Seuss's "Thing One, Thing Two" It's always One Thing, or it's Two Thing Could be Three Thing, maybe more Since they all look just alike I had to stop keeping score They always wear the same clothes and their hair, like one another They could be just twin sisters Or maybe triplet brothers It's really quiet confusing When they all start...

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Artificial intelligence created simply, because we can to easily, lazily, complete tasks we plan, and ones perhaps, we cannot do on our own. No incentive now to pursue knowledge or grow no need for humanity to learn or know how we are succumbing to boredom...

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Sleep held me hostage this early riser, jumped ship free will is magic....

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You wanna know what one of the worst things in the world is... depression Yes depression is horrible it eats away at you and makes you feel empty pointless and non existent. Non existent you may think how does that make sense well let me explain it, it eats away at you that much it...

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The good thing is I am never going to be crying, But the truth is there is still this deep heartaching longing For that very something with that very someone I am missing....

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Like herbicides and pesticides and other chemical deterrents advertized to keep certain foods looking perfect and free of any blemish or defect will in time (like any other crime) increase the grower’s wealth but decrease the consumer’s health. The result? World-wide suicides offering the only sane alternative to suffering. ...

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That day she decided to speak For too long they had called her meek She woke up early Decided she'd wear something that would compliment her curvy Spent hours on her hair making sure each and every follicle was extra curly She wore dark red lipstick to cause a lot of controversy Her mom saw her said...

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Surviving This Thing Called Life Anxiety coils in my chest, A tightness I can’t name, Whispers of doubt, Cold fingers tracing my every breath. Fear crouches at my doorstep, A shadow that never leaves It waits, it listens, It tells me I am not enough. Worries like a river, Constant, unyielding, Carrying me to shores I never meant to reach. I try to trust the world, But the echoes...

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Life is rice, oil and salt If living itself is luxury And food is all delivery Relationship is boring You still need to cook Your own food for love In this way not thrifty It's showing creativity Independence frugality Home made taste far Excellence in all ways It's a voluntary sense Trust base, fair care Ordinary yet special Simple yet full moral Most people have this Urbane yet unexplainable Always look happiness In...

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