World. Poems - Poems about World.

I gave my all, only to be unseen. Numb. Broken. Another man told to "carry it." But I'm done pretending. I hurt. I matter. And even if no one hears me I hear me. ...

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Nigeria, our homeland Our heritage, One nation Numerous ethnic groups, differ people Different cultures and beliefs They all practice what they believe in. Africa, our continent Our pride, rich culture and history Different countries, so many languages Different religion, different understanding Everyone keeps defending their religion and nation. The Globe, our world Universal culture, Unites all Different continent and colors...

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So much unrest Mankind seems to be failing the test We are not at our best Crime soaring Voices roaring Everyone wants to fight Doesn't seem right I don't understand This is not how it was planned I see the hate So much of late Violence ruling who we think we are fooling So many dying We are no longer flying Falling Foreward motion is stalling Going...

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An angel sent to visit us on Earth, The realm of bliss to this of grinding woe; What must she think to dwell in love's sad dearth? But angels need not think, for all they know. Perhaps she knows the meaning of it all, And softly beats her wings to sooth our cries; Perhaps she knows that mortal crises fall, And all...

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Remember the people Whoever they are Wherever they are Whatever they do One solution is no solution Remember the people ...

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Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony, Farming trolls to be enrolled, 'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies, Puking riddles on those tolled. Then the bots deliver the hurl, Regurgitate into the net, Till truth is common as a pearl, Yet what you see is what you get. Spidered webs entangle yonder, The language largely modeled, And artificial minds are left to ponder, Which words are...

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May we be blessed to live in a world (think of the wonders we’d have ahead) if love and caring and acceptance were a little more widespread… Think of how elated each and every person would be If they could say with confidence… I see the beauty in others and they see the beauty in me. ...

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nature stirs oblivious to me i’m the outsider posted on April 24, 2025...

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I have my shelter from the elements my haven away from world madness my well of peace and harmony where it’s safe and i feel free within its confines but really … is it more of a hideout where I ignore the call within to insurrection to rise against injustice or at least to come to the aid of its victims instead...

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Many times, I been wounded in life But you have never seen me sad I'll always cover it up with a smile Many people ask me if I don't get hurt I said it's hurt, but why stay sad I can break my heart if I will But in the world where values so strong I take permission not to be persuaded Let...

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'Write Thirteen Beautiful Lines' Poetry Contest: Sponsored by Constance La France (April/May 2025). Where hills are alive with imagination carried by clouds toward their destination Lakeland fells and sheep Liverpool of cormorants Wales with its dragons Yorkshire and terrier dogs in Lancashire towns of redbrick and cobbled folk who worked with bare hands to build a much better world beneath these beautiful skies. ...

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Why does delusion seem to be the only reality I know? Almost never catching myself when my mind starts to go Is delusion my real reality though? Snapping in & out of this dimension Which I should mention, Is beyond my comprehension of an Intervention for redemption or reinvention What's your intention? My soul can't take anymore pain... I don't get what you...

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In this write my spirit stands.' To curse satans war on all Humans.' For the move in taking babes from mothers breasts.' To g m crops and toxic weed killrs all drawn from A loathsome war chest.' Used to weaken bones and skin And immunity.' Along with flouride waste added in; so we see' the demonic involvd in...

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On the morrow good enough If good enough be true On the morrow time enough Today the times are few What once was said Is said once more In never ending ques Till tomorrows become yesterdays Todays an endless muse...

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I. One cloudless day, without spring shower or monsoon, angels made their stand; and conjured otherworldly power, one cloudless day, without spring shower. When God chose me that fateful hour, as I held lightning in my hand, that cloudless day without spring shower, I was marked for evil to devour. II. Though crucified, reviled by...

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