Meaningful Poems | Examples of Meaningful Poetry

Everything one says, everything one writes is a declaration of who one is. I put as much effort into my comments as I do into my poetry -- they also transverse the electron world. Missed opportunity – Main-course or a quick warmer-upper, Soup is precious to my table of wholesome Etiquette and expression. ...

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REMORSING OF DEVIL False promises and fancy talks, You are narcissist and not God. Fools try to make other fools, Believing that they seem cool. Dawn to dusk mind has a fight, Perplex life and has no light. Empty hands and filled eyes. Dead man moving here and there, Justice of cosmos is very rare. Hurting heart and breaking belief, yeah!!! you...

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a man, aging yet still of play for he, a piano plays he and piano plays he well but die does our aging man for he, dead, yet playing on and piano plays beyond as born is a child born for he, a piano plays he and how plays our child well a gift, piano, barely learned but known in this child as once known in...

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It would be so nice to feel the warmth of your lips Before you come to take me away from here It hurts to admit, that the problem is That you’ve left me too soon, my dearest dear I’m not saying the spiritual world is all fictional That its only subliminal thoughts and desires People’s sensual visions appear to reveal That...

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Admist the twilight, she dares to creep, Her scars tell silent stories, buried deep, Each line, a testament, a thread of her past, Woven with resilience, they hold her steadfast. They’re not marks of weakness, but pathways of grace, A roadmap of heartaches, each curve has its place, In the magnificence...

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As it becomes dawn, the sun brings rays of gold, We wander through moments, both timid and bold. Mistakes, like leaves, fall softly from trees, A whisper of lessons carried on the breeze. No shame in stumbles, no guilt in the fall, Each misstep a heartbeat, a lesson for all....

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Tulips are spring-blooming flowers, known for vibrant colors. They are showy, coming in a wide array of bright colors, like red, orange, yellow, pink, white, purple and even brown or black. The large, cup-shaped flowers bloom in late March through May. . Tulips are classic flowers loved by many for centuries and are a classic symbol of love...

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Clock in, clock out Wake, commute, work, sleep, repeat They say I'm making a living But where in this equation am I alive? Traded my sunrise for spreadsheets My sunset for status reports My laughter for leader boards My dreams for direct deposits We're all running on this hamster wheel Spinning faster just to stay in place "Success" measured in square footage And vacation days we're too exhausted to take They sold us a promise: Work hard now, live later But later keeps getting pushed back Like a horizon we never reach When did we agree That breathing means producing? That existing means earning? That value equals output? My grandmother's hands knew real work Soil under fingernails, calluses with purpose She worked to live I live to work The system whispers: "Just one more promotion" "Just one more year" "Just one more sacrifice" While life slips through fingers Clutching paychecks Making a living What a curious phrase As if living itself Is something manufactured Something we must earn the right to do I want to make a life instead Rich with moments that don't fit on resumes Abundant with connections no algorithm can track Wealthy with experiences no bank can hold Because making a living Without actually living Is the most expensive purchase We never meant to make. ...

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Wake. Commute. Work. Repeat. They call this living? I call it the hamster wheel— spinning faster each year while the cage only shrinks. Three jobs to afford one roof. Two hours of daylight between shifts. One life slipping through fingers calloused from climbing ladders that only lead to more ladders. We've normalized exhaustion, wear our burnout like medals of honor. "Busy" is our battle cry. Our worth measured in productivity units, our...

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No, it's not too late; It's n e v e r too late to make your wrongs right, to chase after dreams, to a p o l o g i z e. It's not too late to fall in love, to tell someone your true feelings... or to try again, as long as you have breath within... you. ...

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Sometimes, I open a message from there words ...

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Scared To Reach Out Unworthy of love Influenced By Pain Confused And Hurt Impulsive For That Rush Destructive To life Empty. ...

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be gentle with yourself like fragile glass. you're only human, imperfectly perfect, we're all a little broken. it's no use dwelling in the past; abandon regrets and mistakes there. whenever you fall down, you'll rise back up. no matter how i n f i n i t e s i m a l, anything troubling will come to pass,...

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A poem depends on the mood of the moment on the hour of the night or of the day on sudden changes, and subtle ones too on the cast of the...

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Blooming flower in Spring's light, Petals blooming without fright. Wandering breezes yet to grow, Still moving ever slow. Sunshine touching the skin, Light finding the areas within. Sweet fragrance of Morning's dew, How can I ever forget the scent of you? Your thorny Rose draws blood, An emotional sky lets loose a flood. Tears from the clouds to help you grow, Your roots hushing the rivers...

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