Stagnant Poems - Poems about Stagnant

Our candle refuses to consume the night, it lit only to paint our shadows on the round mud walls We were splattered greys of thin paint, mounted bold and unbowing, guarding our supper like the ancient gods you read about but never pray to. In the round mud house, my first supper was no event unprecedented, my mother gave me a...

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"stagnant pond paradox symphony No. 8 opus 21" when all was said and done it was just tin nit us...

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destroying nature haiku maritime limbo~ environment change...

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flights of thought suspended emotions postponed scintillations unravelled circular stagnation levitation time warped inside the Buddha meets trepidation loincloth gets looser scent candles burn blisters on sandalwood base fused with a valley of tears a river flows backwards in which one cannot swim twice third time fortunate he finds middle ground inspired by expiration middle way between desperation and movement...

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From paper bags to plastic bags From manual cars to automatic cars From telephones to handphones But in the political world The world stays stagnant For just a split second The youngsters who are the future hosts Never take concern And emerge to take over any responsibilities We see oldies who are leaving sooner or later Taking concern of everything The youngsters still got...

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I feel just like a stagnant star Bold and beautiful, But can’t get far. My eyes are shining With unshed tears My heart radiates the heat Of long-held fears. My soul brushed With touches of gold But to humankind they’ve naught been told. A Star, indeed, yet stuck so- Ready to bloom into Divinity, ready to grow Into a shining Nova that consumes every other star But...

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Staged or Stagnant The gathering of people, from here and there, and everywhere, made possible by time. What is important to each person, yet more important to another, then the one that is waiting to hear? Silence is not possible, the sound of breathing alone... a storm of air and wind. Whispers turned to screaming, left...

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A consistently poor wage Licenses rage: An ugly fight against the cage, Steady enveloping of stagnant wage, A temper warning every wedge, Rising while lowered with vintage. Hirers open a sterile page, Not a complimenting line for a sage: Reflections of his usage, Not a half paragraph for his adage… The low income earner won’t this manage, Nor life in his fatiguing village: The vast hum drums...

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(Revised and changed) O victim of time's rage, Of today's ill times and age, Victim of nurtured false image! O ye much-eulogized Goddess, Deemed powerful and loving no less, Few care if ye do or not bless. If ladles and the like ye wield, Home-making thrusted as your field, Ye know, as field it fails to yield. What power can wield your pots and...

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Some days, I am a dreamer of the future. I tend to imagine myself treading paths I've always dreamed of taking. At night, before I sleep I try to Envision myself in a court defending A client with all my might and knowledge Mondays, I am an attorney. Tuesdays, I step on stage and hold a Microphone as I stand before the eyes...

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There was no place to wade in the stagnant pools of Corona. The virus sank our feet into the mire. Help was on the way, as we submerged into the cesspool....

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You are just not, concerned about growth You do what you want, but don't push envelopes Won't go beyond, or outside comfort zones You are a man that's stagnant You stick to routines, and do the same things Refuse to do anything new, yeah that's weak Can not push boundaries, as a creature of habit You are...

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As the wolves over the rocky snow Strikes for food and supremacy with Fierce claws and devouring strength So lies the desire on all to lead As the mountain stands tall and Proud within our land and coast With all eyes pointing to their Structural beauty so is the helmet Of desire for juniors to become seniors As mothers are glad to nurse...

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I think I’ll sit and wait for it to rain. I doubt much will come of it. A few dark clouds, some thunder maybe? A lake cares little, about a few drops. The gods care little for the insignificant. Yet we foolishly think lives matter. Who needs water, when clouds cry? An hollow vessel? A desert mirage? A soul is empty when the spirit...

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I feel yet I don't feel I crave but I don't crave I desire yet I don't desire I know but I don't know I am getting ready to start the show But there are too many blood suckers running around watching my door I didn't sleep all night I had to put up a spiritual fight The devil rise up at...

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