Least Read Poems About Acceptance
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Take The Miracle
There are things money just cannot buy.
Your smile, your laughter, your sweet memories.
If you were in need f a miracle
And they’d give you a chance to chooe between money or a miracle,
Would you pass the money and choose the miracle
Or would you choose the miracle ad pass the money?
Why go through life requesting the least
When you can request the most and the best
For everyone can always settle for less….
Take the miracle!
Great outdoor adventures with fields of grain and fire camps,
Sitting at a park is therapeutic….even...
Your smile, your laughter, your sweet memories.
If you were in need f a miracle
And they’d give you a chance to chooe between money or a miracle,
Would you pass the money and choose the miracle
Or would you choose the miracle ad pass the money?
Why go through life requesting the least
When you can request the most and the best
For everyone can always settle for less….
Take the miracle!
Great outdoor adventures with fields of grain and fire camps,
Sitting at a park is therapeutic….even...
#strength
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#uplifting
#acceptance
10 reads
1 Comment
Find the Poem
Find the poem in every person" ~ William Carlos Williams
Take the time to find the rhyme
in every person
each one you do meet
each one whom you greet
Get to know their poem
why they do roam
the purpose in their step
the cause for their applause
Seek to understand their art
what does set them apart
from all the world
from all the rest
Listen closely to their words
to their lines
see how each one defines
the measure of their day
For each of us has our way
our own trail...
Take the time to find the rhyme
in every person
each one you do meet
each one whom you greet
Get to know their poem
why they do roam
the purpose in their step
the cause for their applause
Seek to understand their art
what does set them apart
from all the world
from all the rest
Listen closely to their words
to their lines
see how each one defines
the measure of their day
For each of us has our way
our own trail...
#kindness
#identity
#peace
#confessional
#acceptance
13 reads
6 Comments
Rider
Poets ride time" ~ Joy Harjo
Time is more than useful
more than just a vehicle
from now to then
then back again
Traveling all the years
bypassing all the tears
to finally arrive
at the chosen moment
Faster than sunlight
slower than longing
this eternal belonging
allows me to again breathe
Always taking stock
in the ticking of the clock
I am relative
to all that I once was
Riding time like a horse
keeps me true to the course
with all that I still...
Time is more than useful
more than just a vehicle
from now to then
then back again
Traveling all the years
bypassing all the tears
to finally arrive
at the chosen moment
Faster than sunlight
slower than longing
this eternal belonging
allows me to again breathe
Always taking stock
in the ticking of the clock
I am relative
to all that I once was
Riding time like a horse
keeps me true to the course
with all that I still...
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
#acceptance
15 reads
1 Comment
Unforgettable
Amid the rise of the sun ,
The temptation of the heat that struck
And the clearance of the sky,
No sign of clouds,
Resemblance of the love
That incarnate as
The years go by
And the sound of shadows
Whispering
The absence
Of reality,
Intriguing as the curve of a
Ball thrown at 90 miles,
The ingestion of toxicity of
the proximity
Engulfed
The perception
Of a time
Hidden
Between
The ashes of
Burned pages,
While
scribbled intentions
for
centuries ...
The temptation of the heat that struck
And the clearance of the sky,
No sign of clouds,
Resemblance of the love
That incarnate as
The years go by
And the sound of shadows
Whispering
The absence
Of reality,
Intriguing as the curve of a
Ball thrown at 90 miles,
The ingestion of toxicity of
the proximity
Engulfed
The perception
Of a time
Hidden
Between
The ashes of
Burned pages,
While
scribbled intentions
for
centuries ...
#memories
#LifeCycle
#historical
#acceptance
#nostalgia
16 reads
11 Comments
Starving Artist
I drape my lines
In visual signs
Poetic designs
Designed to climb vines
Abstract mental for the minds
I sink and swim in my rhymes
Scuba diving in mental disorders
To cross the borders
Of many poetry hoarders
A stepping stone of brick and mortars
Overstepping my boundaries
In subliminal foundries
Questioning all that I write
Whether wrong or right
In the day or the night
A continuous fight
Revamping to shine bright
Proving myself to the might
Every line
I design
Is looking to find
Itself...
In visual signs
Poetic designs
Designed to climb vines
Abstract mental for the minds
I sink and swim in my rhymes
Scuba diving in mental disorders
To cross the borders
Of many poetry hoarders
A stepping stone of brick and mortars
Overstepping my boundaries
In subliminal foundries
Questioning all that I write
Whether wrong or right
In the day or the night
A continuous fight
Revamping to shine bright
Proving myself to the might
Every line
I design
Is looking to find
Itself...
#motivational
#escape
#acceptance
#determination
#risk
16 reads
12 Comments
Vortex
The world is color
the world is beautiful
this swirling blend of hues
dances upon the canvas
Leaving me here
yet draws me near
with its long pull
its gravitas tug
Rainbow spirals flow
make the painting glow
with a luminosity
with a verity
Convergence
is its theme
its metapoetic dream
lulling away all reason
Mixing every season
so that it has a place
each of us a face
present within the paint
the world is beautiful
this swirling blend of hues
dances upon the canvas
Leaving me here
yet draws me near
with its long pull
its gravitas tug
Rainbow spirals flow
make the painting glow
with a luminosity
with a verity
Convergence
is its theme
its metapoetic dream
lulling away all reason
Mixing every season
so that it has a place
each of us a face
present within the paint
#peace
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
#acceptance
17 reads
2 Comments
I Can f**k Up All By Myself

#love
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle #acceptance
#LifeCycle #acceptance
18 reads
11 Comments
Goodbye My Friend
Silhouettes dance by candlelight
on lonely walls and sleepless nights
to harmonies written on wind
no greater pain to lose a friend
Sometimes we meet in lucid dreams
to speak awhile or so it seems
only to lose you once again
as sunlight slowly reaches in
We often thought words unspoken
both of us were slightly broken
I sorely miss you in my days
It seems that nothing ever stays
I wept the day you passed away
thinking through tears what would I say
if only we could speak again
I'd say I love you my...
on lonely walls and sleepless nights
to harmonies written on wind
no greater pain to lose a friend
Sometimes we meet in lucid dreams
to speak awhile or so it seems
only to lose you once again
as sunlight slowly reaches in
We often thought words unspoken
both of us were slightly broken
I sorely miss you in my days
It seems that nothing ever stays
I wept the day you passed away
thinking through tears what would I say
if only we could speak again
I'd say I love you my...
#grief
#MovingOn
#acceptance #healing
#acceptance #healing
19 reads
14 Comments
Reflection
I prefer to avoid the glass
avoid the framed mirror
with its self imposed
imposition
Always proposing
while it is imposing
its own definition
of beauty
While portraying such doubt
with no real way out
for even dear Alice
as she remains trapped
Hearing hands clapped
at some distant tea party
only for the hearty
only for the chosen
Feeling forever frozen
by the image I see
know it is not the real me
who lies beneath
avoid the framed mirror
with its self imposed
imposition
Always proposing
while it is imposing
its own definition
of beauty
While portraying such doubt
with no real way out
for even dear Alice
as she remains trapped
Hearing hands clapped
at some distant tea party
only for the hearty
only for the chosen
Feeling forever frozen
by the image I see
know it is not the real me
who lies beneath
#beauty
#mirror
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
22 reads
3 Comments
Prismatic
Even light is willing
to bend
to lend some space
to the rest of us
As the white beam
plans its scheme
splitting apart
into all of the hues
Just scattering clues
left to us by nature
delivered by physics
the satisfaction of refraction
Giving us the power
the Titan gift
of creating rainbows
from wedges of glass
To let hatred pass
as I finally do see
all of you within me
all of us a part of the light
to bend
to lend some space
to the rest of us
As the white beam
plans its scheme
splitting apart
into all of the hues
Just scattering clues
left to us by nature
delivered by physics
the satisfaction of refraction
Giving us the power
the Titan gift
of creating rainbows
from wedges of glass
To let hatred pass
as I finally do see
all of you within me
all of us a part of the light
#love
#kindness
#nature
#peace
#acceptance
22 reads
6 Comments
Tectonic
The world slowly lifts
then not so subtly shifts
its perspective
its tectonic disposition
A bold transition
from the same routine
meant for us to glean
a geologic understanding
This sense of eons
the patient flow of time
occasionally accented by rhyme
gives its nod to proportion
Not the hectic distortion
of our human ways
our urbanite days
all to go and on demand
So we must be lithophilic
as we chisel the poetic
carve each jagged line
still in search of the divine
then not so subtly shifts
its perspective
its tectonic disposition
A bold transition
from the same routine
meant for us to glean
a geologic understanding
This sense of eons
the patient flow of time
occasionally accented by rhyme
gives its nod to proportion
Not the hectic distortion
of our human ways
our urbanite days
all to go and on demand
So we must be lithophilic
as we chisel the poetic
carve each jagged line
still in search of the divine
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#patience
#TruthOfLife
#acceptance
23 reads
2 Comments
What Were You Expecting
Not everything is always sunshine and roses
Or blue skies with pretty eyes that shine
There are days when the haze feels colder
As if some kind of angst is biding our time.
It’s unrealistic to expect everything to be perfect
When the unexpected may be lurking nearby
Some of us with older bones know it to be true
When we’ll have to look at fate right in the eye
56 Unique Words
70 Total
Or blue skies with pretty eyes that shine
There are days when the haze feels colder
As if some kind of angst is biding our time.
It’s unrealistic to expect everything to be perfect
When the unexpected may be lurking nearby
Some of us with older bones know it to be true
When we’ll have to look at fate right in the eye
56 Unique Words
70 Total
#acceptance
#death
#fate
30 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Acceptance