Awareness Poems - Poems about Awareness

FOR IX : EMIGRATING FRIEND Fly lightly IX within Merlin’s wings may your Mohican pony-tail grow thick and strong may Africa kiss America with gentle sensation long may salty breath of Cape Town mingle with New York ~ may clear sub-atomic particles continue to dance in humble service with harmonious Awareness may two crows and all Duality dissolve into Unity via your...

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Violence, a physical behavior intended to hurt someone. Violence, the strike from his hand to her face. Violence, the screamed threats as she cries. I try not to panic. Violence, was it intentional or did he just lash out? Violence, is his word true beyond a doubt? Violence, he tells us that he’s sorry. I try to believe it. Violence, the unlawful act...

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Written: April, 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann ************************** From a deep weariness of the soul to the discomfort embedded in our bones. From shadowy areas arises brightness, where silhouettes move with heavy steps, in collective hardship and spirits. Answers quietly gather...

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What you don't know about writing is that it doesn't know you, until the two of you are willing to stew a mess of your own - brewing your blood's greatest enigmas right down to its own bone marrow - why not say hello, at least?...

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1 Hearts cultivate love, Minds tend to cultivate war; War fruits are bitter:- Let hearts cultivate sweetness, Producing ripe fruits of peace:- 2 While you’re sitting there with mind and heart, And thinking just what it is you need to do, Let you mind freely...

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once again the warmth of sunshine showered my being awakening the inkwell of mind overflowing in musing contemplations of allegorical messages of a fertile womb of mind seeking to inoculate others against infectious lies of deceit sowing apathtic seeds towards empty scales of justice and plowing that pandemic-abracadabra oppressor syndrome that we must uproot in the awareness of ancient poetic-tragedies being a thing of the past and that we must be even stronger than...

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When things start getting tough Everything start getting rough Many will say, you're lazy Some will say, you ain't working hard Like it's by power or myth Only few will understand, due to their awareness. When the night starts coming The sun start going Time always make the difference. When everything starts crumbling You start stumbling and fading Everything becomes very crazy...

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Thinking morally, Would be for democracy, Rather than dynasty:- At least that's how it should be With belief in liberty A democracy, Is based upon unity; Rather than money:- Well, that’s how it use t be Before today’s tragedy:- Such an erroring, Making a mistake again; Selling out to win:- Why commit a musky sin, Triumphed with poweringing? It’s best to live free, Than in abject mockery Of democracy; Why suffer every day In...

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They scream war for peace, Not peace for loving kindness; Human nature stoked:- War bombing for peace, No thoughts of building for love; Wintering hate still dropping:- Bombs drop like fall leaves, Busting storms keep blood gushing; Healing spring postponed. ...

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In the shadows of pink, a story unfolds, Whispers of courage, of battles retold. A journey through darkness, where hope finds its way, Together we stand, bringing them a light ray. Each ribbon a promise, each tear a prayer, For the warriors fighting, showing we care. In the heart of the struggle, resilience ignites, With every heartbeat, they reach for the light. Through...

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The state of the nation Within the nation, Presents a dire situation: Liberty cannot be won By desire alone:- Thus, as we face the rising sun– With our eyes looking toward home– Let not our hope wane in its fruition, But ever fuel us in completing our mission:- Pick up the torches children, and carry on; Be the footsteps toward our freedom won. The finish line...

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OF AN OXYMORONIC OLIGAR An immigrant nation Imprisoning immigrants Not equally born or not born Of its natives and considered Criminals is indeed oxymoronic In a country founded by immigrants Thru usurping and uprooting indigenous People of their bordered lands And nearly extincting them Via hue-skin oppression In a supposedly new found nation Baptized with the blood of those Who simply became natives of a...

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Let's cultivate souls in blooming gardens of wisdom: Eden remembered:-...

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Black as the night My sable soul sings Songs praising Nubian Ancestors dancing To treed thoughts Rooted in the womb Of my pregnant Poetic mind… Such is the essence Of poetic labors of love And the orgasmic Nile flow Of impregnating Words of wisdom Watering inspiration And thigh-warming Navel awareness Rebirthing chosen Mission purpose… Indeed my beloved Ancestors: To not know where We go from here Is bad And not to engage In working out Where And how Is...

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A breathless black bird cannot fly, Yet, a drowned fish can still float in water; You can eviscerate its tongue, but you Cannot unring a rung bell; But you can knee a black man’s neck, And he’ll never breathe again; You may oppressively beat us to the ground, But we shall rise again; For we are indeed, The children of blood and thunder And we...

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