World Poems | Examples of World Poetry

Why does delusion seem to be the only reality I know? Almost never catching myself when my mind starts to go Is delusion my real reality though? Snapping in & out of this dimension Which I should mention, Is beyond my comprehension of an Intervention for redemption or reinvention What's your intention? My soul can't take anymore pain... I don't get what you...

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In this write my spirit stands.' To curse satans war on all Humans.' For the move in taking babes from mothers breasts.' To g m crops and toxic weed killrs all drawn from A loathsome war chest.' Used to weaken bones and skin And immunity.' Along with flouride waste added in; so we see' the demonic involvd in...

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On the morrow good enough If good enough be true On the morrow time enough Today the times are few What once was said Is said once more In never ending ques Till tomorrows become yesterdays Todays an endless muse...

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I. One cloudless day, without spring shower or monsoon, angels made their stand; and conjured otherworldly power, one cloudless day, without spring shower. When God chose me that fateful hour, as I held lightning in my hand, that cloudless day without spring shower, I was marked for evil to devour. II. Though crucified, reviled by...

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Storms don't end quickly Without space, we cannot heal Love yourself with time...

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The wind has bruised your tender face, And winter wrote upon your brow— Yet in your eyes, I still can trace A fire the world could not put out. The stars have watched you weep alone, Their silver light a cold caress, But from your soul a song has grown That sorrow could not quite suppress. You move through thorns with quiet grace, The...

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"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet I love to sit and watch the clouds, as they dance across the big blue sky. If I watch and wait what will I see, animals like a zoo walking by. One day I ask a big bright white cloud, where are you going? I was shocked when it answered back, off...

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Early morning and the gantry cranes at Webb Dock look like long necked dinosaurs lining up to drink from the river - and the sky is aglow as it might have been when tinged by the first hint of that asteroid slamming into Yucatan on the other side of the world 66 million years ago. This is 2025 and no...

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Edvard's exile could not deter the course as it flowed or blood that drove through his body life had to change when the soldiers came bringing tanks and arms of oppression machines of war rolled and crushed Europe was hushed marching on the 15th raising flags and ideals London resigned to opening doors a haven of sorts for a few families and friends were left to defend breaking cogs to dismantle...

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A tribute to "The Little Prince," by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Little being, descending from your star, Your heart draws desert animals. And when night slowly unveils her altar, Your bright smile echoes like crystals. Little child, you gave your heart to a flower. Your volcanoes are calmly expecting you. While the traveller, you await in your tower, You catch sight of fertile maps within...

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The old facts lie, the old truth dies Everything needs update The new facts open our eyes Revisionism is great New lemming-minded must observe This harsh reality The world we thouroughly deserve Our ancestors couldn’t see So after cleaning it looks fine This good old brave new world Its pharisees and philistines Its glorified absurd What’s new, looks old, and in reverse Its all the same,...

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Take your power women, and use it for good. Remember the times that we suffered with no path to grow. They made us work for free, and kill our children by abortion and lack of money to give birth. They made us choose life or death, by failing to give us choices. We needed free...

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Apples the fruit of life, use to grow all over the earth. Now they have been killed and replaced to make the earth a place of cement. The juicy and lovely apple, was free to eat for those that choose it as a treat. Maybe they killed so many apple trees, to make us pay for them....

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If not for loss, you would never grow. Never open up to a new chance, a new flow. Rivers don't stay on one path—they wander, Leaving behind old trails, like we grow from blunder. The river carves new ways through outside influence, Just as we grow, shaped by pain and persistence. Becoming static in a meaningless moment, Like stagnant water, spoiling in...

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a record spinning as the song plays itself out...

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