Inanimate Poems - Poems about Inanimate

Inanimate Not alive Not in the group of animals nor humans Only differences may be of the same substance Yet have not a soul, spirit, brain lacking signs of life and consciousness Nonliving without being 8/16/2024 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© ...

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Arguing with inanimate objects Can be very distressing To them My Roomba drove itself down the stairs The Keurig switched to decaf Alexa told me where to go Siri filed for a restraining order My iphone deleted the “find my phone” app My robot pet brought poop into the house When I hit the “autopark” button My car parks itself around the corner from the...

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The "Holy Spirit has come to take us to "Heaven or Hell" The "Holy Spirit Created Flesh and Blood",and that which is "Animate,and that which is Inanimate" throughout the entire "Universe"!This is "Concrete"as I speak! Muslims,Christians,Buddist,Hindus,Athiest,and Jews will surely be taken to "Heaven or Hell by "The Holy Spirit "that "Created All Flesh And Blood",and...

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Who sees and does not describe, who knows the truth and nothing explains, who can solve the equation, but remains inert, who knows right from wrong, but nothing clarifies who can do something good, but nothing good does... Is much less than human, much less than a man... Is much more an inanimate puppet, life It does not live... it just passes..!...

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Our car must wonder why the heck It isn’t being used. Cosmetics in my make-up drawer Are equally confused. My pocketbook forlornly sits, Sure it’s been left behind. My brand-new jumpsuit in the closet’s Crowded and confined. My MetroCard and cash are tucked Inside my wallet’s folds, Perplexed at never leaving, Stuck inside their stuffy holds. I must be going crazy Thinking ‘bout these lifeless things But when boredom...

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At night, a huge creature floats to the surface of the tart ocean to dream into the moonlight, which barely penetrates the sulfur clouds. She sighs, her skin made of stainless steel is luminescent in the dark, her nuclear heart continues to work, but she is empty: the last restless souls have long gone from...

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Crystal ball what do you see Why is the world laughing at me Tell me what can you foresee Show me where to regain my integrity Crystal ball do you mock my lack of dignity Give me answer, give me a clue What is there left for me to do If I ran without a plan to ever return Would I destroy the...

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I feel sad, and it feels so helpless to me ...

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They say I'm inanimate and hardly ever move, mostly hang out, eat, sleep 20 hours and occasionally poop, that want me to entertain, they must all be insane, Hey I'm a sloth and thats all I can do!...

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Have you ever had this happen to you? You're walking along, minding your business When a pole leaps out in front of you Rattles your brain leaving you senseless Inanimate objects aren't so inanimate It seems they have a mind of their own You're strolling along when a boulder appears Stub your toe and it hurts to the bone Sometimes when your...

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cold and steely with no mind smooth but rough at the same time no control over the damage caused needed for protection but lusted after for the power to rule...

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Have you ever had this happen to you? You're walking along, minding your business When a pole leaps out in front of you Rattles your brain leaving you senseless Inanimate objects aren't so inanimate It seems they have a mind of their own You're strolling along when a boulder appears Stub your toe and it hurts to the bone Sometimes when your...

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Inanimate objects are more introverts Than plants, insects and animals! They also have soul and intelligence! It sounds weird but it’s true They also say things they want to say In their own minds in human languages But making more feeble sounds! From a close distance They also hear what others say in their minds! From a close distance They...

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Diary vs poetry. Conscientious, I turn the pages Of the riots spilled, emotions stalked And confessions redefined. Words of the same caricature Sometimes misplaced, sometimes misinterpreted But all speaking the same.. When Diary is my best friend, Poetry, my lover Passion instills my heart both ways, I can’t live without either. Betrayal, will be the occasion When my desires are personified, So, I retire from humanity, The world of...

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Come Easter day, the little ones are impatient to shove down their throats their candy-coated forest-folk, and to this all their time they devote. And who am I, you kindly ask?--I'm the idol of woodlander sweets!-- more scrumptious than a caramel egg, more momentous than marshmallow Peeps! Much like a Christmas ornament that enriches the face of a tree, no...

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