World(A) Poems - Poems about World(A)

Out in this vain world, treading my lone trail, I fall, find feet, firm up my feeble stake, And try again a better me to make, In marketplace but never once for sale. With enough love in heart for all to draw, An avid pond I am, no settled lake Content with scarce, no world...

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Come my friend and let me lead you on a voyage to the singularity where mind and world collide. For what is the mind? A filter that selects and connects the world as it varies with all its cues and views? Or is it a prison that rejects and protects the world as it scares ...

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Signs written will turn another page forward to carry on the torch...

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This world, a stage Our life, a play All men, players From birth to death, We play, our part. God up, pulls strings. You yield, be glad. Sometimes life’s sad You cry, you sigh Sometimes merry You sing, you dance Feel joy enjoy Do play your part, Until quit stage. Ably, neatly. There lies, true bliss! _______________ ~Placed Fourth~ Sept.30.2022 A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest...

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When will we take seriously The Golden Rule, Treating others as we would like to be treated, Establishing good moral foundations in schools Working to see injustice and prejudice defeated? Championing zero tolerance for bullying behavior And recognizing the worth of all individual souls, Especially honoring the rewards of diligent labor And recognizing a Higher Power is at the controls. A few simple...

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We can make the world a much better place By making ourselves better every day, We can do more than merely take up space Always, we can strive to choose the best way, Where and when to speak up for good today, Carefully measuring our words and deeds Diligently nurturing the good seeds, Making our influence for what’s right heard. Subscribe to clear...

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A Big World, A Small Place Frogs in a small pound, battle over flies. The competition is intense. Sometimes there are not enough flies to go around. Leaving the pond is hard. The unknown, the outside, the dry place between here, and frog heaven… can be very dangerous. but staying means dying, in the end. Some leave the pond, While...

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Am I dreaming Is it real I don't know how I should feel Wake me up from this nightmare Shake me make me more aware Of the way this worlds become It's not happy we've undone All the neighbor friendliness Time has put an end to this Now its anger violence hate Wouldn't it be really great Coming together once again Heart to heart we...

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Possession's nine-tenths of "the law," Is what some pundits say Implying "weak" own nothing real And brute "strength" wins the day. But if one looks at "biomass," It's insects that have won, For ALL Earth's mammals are outweighed! My, logic can be fun! And insect's also might survive Our next atomic war, Intelligence, a passing phase, Man, "ugly" carnivore. Is "buggiest" the human race, "God's image" just a...

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I want to leave the world a better place Without being so pretentious as to Imagine I can leave some astounding legacy But I do want to leave a little something I do want to have touched a few hearts Connected down here with a few souls Sparked a few children’s aspirations I do want to leave at least My ripple into...

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truth light traverses the dark false with its pre-gained victory fidgeted ignorance losses to reach saturating zenith of peace catastrophic mockery is a curse to human generations of the world ...

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A new day, a new world, a new tomorrow Shades of painted corners face these inward fears Now drenched in today’s worries, as flat as the cornerstone of suffering caught within boundaries along wasting moments, crying blanket feelings, pounding on the walls of despair “leaving fist prints like so many discarded roses” Calling out to...

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if we think not be kink or eyes that sink for bright light do whats right its not about faith or race its makingthe WORLD A BETTER PALCE...

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What is happiness but a beautiful act? on a tightrope strode alone feigning bravery flaunting its audience gifted talents lack? while time proceeds its merciless journey it’s senselessness never peering back? like in dreams lucidness its arts beauty confines self heedlessly to thoughts forgotten whisked away in days languor like perfumes sweet lilac once a memory mirrored of youths reachy lusts but if not...

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A complex tapestry,an orgy of audacious colour,beautiful, true innocence in poses and postures rough-hewn purged from the mind. hear me recite from my 4100+ PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro.. catch my short form @strandpoet on twitter.. read my kindle guides on amazon...

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