Unchanged Poems - Poems about Unchanged

2024.4.20 Saturday one year ago. It was our first trip ever. We visited S back beach. A warm beautiful sunny day. This trip would not happen If my USB was not damaged. I lost three years worthed of travelling photos and videos. As soon as you knew about it, For some unknown reasons, You promptly promised in your own will To travel with...

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2025.3.2 Forty six weeks ago, BB and I came to SR, Victoria. I remembered, it was just like today, The weather was miserable. The dark clouds, the cold winds, and the low tides, The drizzle rain touched down The surface of the sea water, Formed lot of dimple wells before Dispersing one after another. The black swans pedalled in a group of five. Slowly and steady...

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If everyone were to disappear, but everything remained unchanged, The world would be a vast cathedral of the echo of regret, Where empty streets silently carry the ghosts of choices, Those fragile threads that bound us in the dance of life. The masters we chose—greed, apathy, comfort— Would be shadow sculptures in the architecture of our absence, And you, like a...

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Wind lashed fronds whip a neck twisting air. Florida bleeds green. A large woman in a rainbow muumuu, a toy poodle pushed tightly into her folds wades into the storm determined to bring a hurricane to heel. The land has now flooded high enough to expose alligator snouts. The Cajun navy hoists its Jolly Roger, golf carts are boarded, elderly men in white and tartan...

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I yearn for raw love, unsculpted by time, unchanged, The kind that is born at dawn's golden break and does not die at dusk, That pulses in veins like an eternal river, undivided by norms, Through the corridors of life, unfaltering, dreaming in bloom. I desire pure love, not sown in the Babylon of feelings, That which does not rise...

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Momma said I love you, I said I know you do. Truth comes/goes, but Mom's love remains unchanged. Momma unchanged ...

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Making a mess of my life Always searching for more Shifting through the chaos The ruins of my so could happiness One direction One sure focus To implode all of my insecurity The fuse i refuse to light To blow away all of what i was meant to be Imprisoned in my own existence Some cage the world constantly stares into Laughing misunderstanding me My tears a...

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Dragonflies have remained nearly unchanged for about three hundred million years. How researchers know this, I cannot say, I suspect they have studied fossils of them. They are adaptable, able to live in almost any condition. ...

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Thrust a circle Became an ellipse Area of which Remained intact...

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In spite of me He makes her his And responds to My leggings To cause me pain Might I speak her As mine Might I speak her As mine Opened to Suggestions That it pains me To think of those Moments together And I am indestructible Am I served To a new concern In my confidence Am I a fool To speak to the level Of this intensity And who finds audience In my suffering To undermine me And...

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How many years have passed and still I ask is it a full or half empty glass? The times they are a changing and all I hear is the clanging of the fool in charge entertaining. The common folk are still down here holding the media and democracy in tears and everything's the same,...

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The oppressors are united and powerful The oppressed are divided and fearful History says everywhere going on these Already several hundred years have passed, Yet unchanged on the old parallel lines Only crying we need change, we need change....

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I see with my eyes, as the season change Rain comes and go Sometimes, the river cease to flow Leaves dry, and swept away in wind cold comes and makes our lips tremble And our body craving for woolly cloth Ye!, Albeit  season change E'en if your visage with it My feelings for you remains Like a thousand year stone I love you and...

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Two Lenses - Unchanged When I was young and foolish I’d do things not quite schoolish. My naked feet danced barefoot in the rain splashing in water running toward the drains until grams admonished me on my childish ways. Today, I am always wearing socks and shoes careful outside where my feet may get bruised, but in the warm spring...

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I have never changed resisting all the dress codes, procedures and protocols. Despite the efforts of so many authorities over me, it was I who allowed them occasionally to be in charge; but I was still the one who made the final call. I remained the person that I was meant to be, me,...

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