Shift Poems - Poems about Shift

crucifixion a shift shaking the perspective of subject and object ...

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It is time to change the gear you are causing a mountain of fear people are running to and fro looking for a safe place to go the cars are climbing slowly up the hill and there is a traffic jam and I hope that you can understand. Nothing is coming and nothing is going the heat is raging and everyone is complaining meet...

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My buddy will always be like poetry. But sadly, the poetry itself caused suddenly an emotional rift. And I thought she will be standing firmly at her stand and I would remain feeling stupidly upper hand and silently drift. But she proved herself to be the better one just to make me realise graciously a real buddy bond does not ever break or shift and showed me thawing my...

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Once I was blind, lost in my own way, As forms change around me, night turns to day. It’s wondrous to see the stars shining bright, The moon swaying gently in the cool night. We rush through our lives, unaware of the speed, Caught in our routines, like plants from a seed. We miss how the world spins and transforms, Like clay...

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Ding, ding, ding. My phone is on the table. I haven’t answered anyone yet. I haven’t answered anyone all morning. I remember things. I spilled cereal that morning. That’s when the shift started. I looked around. Someone is saying things. Bird seed spilled on the ground. Which reminds me. Of being able to fly. A past life and I. Ding, ding, ding. I turn off my phone at night. But...

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Observe Do not react Make desires a focal Give your attention to desires Control....

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The Shift The shape that simple. Not sewn to disguise the inner person... Wise in its design, the unmissable adress complements the mind, laid out, informal. Desire embroider sight with hidden shape and curves not known well... Seamless the shift from closet mind to knowing it all- shifts the childlike heart from unreal to real. Rarely left unpicked, the cotton - on cloth of an...

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Shaking her wet ears, uncertain How her purpose may be best served Stagger concealed in immersion Shown the pasture that she deserved Frolicking safely within a flock Diminutive trot to the beat kept timid Faithfully bides...

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In the medical field where hierarchies reign, Students’ growth can be stifled by the chain. Boss’s word, as stone inscribed, Leaves one baffled, thoughts denied. Without an iota of doubt, The question that sprouts: Is there room for a healthy atmosphere, Or will it be lost, dissolved in the sphere? "Learning...

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For the maneuvered inducement of compulsive being, the transmuting tenet of titular uniqueness, the personified convoluted identity, changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange, while the conjured chameleon furtively cocooned, paints the shifting façade of disparaging deception. In the ostensible enactment of life’s incredible drama, performance perfected in illusory one-act play, and with the obsession of passion ostensible, gilding...

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Sweet juices spilt Spring, free thee greeneries ye lands amend, then weave to Summer's eve  ere its proclaim windswept name, a said leave from Indian grabbed drum who beat the trees sown years to be, made wholly thick of leaves that fairs their surrender the length life cleave presence parting, color-filled glimpses, grieve end tone boughs under the rainbow it heaves. Promised life gift...

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Come, come now, let’s quieten mind, shifting to heart, tranquil and kind. Thought is the playground of ego, temptations that are best declined. Fears and desires here now let go and all attachments too forgo, seeking nothing but God alone, that within our heart, love may grow....

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susurration shifts jet cumuli passerines~ starlings flight sculpture ...

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Shift the blame that way you can shift the pain, push it all onto me, put my heart in first gear and gnash down with your teeth Put me in the lowest gear the one that hurts the most, the one where the pain ebbs and flows just trying to survive the beating and the blows Move...

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Time passes, conversation and music ends, light refracts, shimmers in water, bends. Nails grow, hair lengthens, heads turn and bones break, stems wilt, gardens overgrow, clouds regurgitate water from lake. I know that things change, the erratic constant that needs be, but this loss of you I can’t fathom, grieving the shift from us to just me....

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