Poems about Choices and Decisions
#choices
Poems about choices and decisions, poetry about making important life decisions, and evaluating different options. In a world of possibilities, it can be overwhelming when presented with different choices; decisions which may affect our lives and the lives of others.
The Sky's The Limit
Fly,
Fly high without looking down because the sky’s the limit,
Spread your wings and take flight,
There are no boundaries to your imagination and spirit,
Look inside you and feel the light.
Dare,
Dare to venture because fortune tends to favor the bold,
Look forward with faith and take the leap,
Find the strength that has always been within your soul,
Chase the dreams surfacing from the deep.
Free,
Free yourself of all your fears and you will truly understand,
You are a gift that’s heaven sent,
Your beauty and talent...
Fly high without looking down because the sky’s the limit,
Spread your wings and take flight,
There are no boundaries to your imagination and spirit,
Look inside you and feel the light.
Dare,
Dare to venture because fortune tends to favor the bold,
Look forward with faith and take the leap,
Find the strength that has always been within your soul,
Chase the dreams surfacing from the deep.
Free,
Free yourself of all your fears and you will truly understand,
You are a gift that’s heaven sent,
Your beauty and talent...
#hope
#inspirational
#choices
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Rusty Ralph
I met him on a dancefloor
Rusty Ralph was his name
I didn’t even find him attractive
And yet I invited him in all the same
He had a shiny bald head
With slightly yellowing teeth
Overgrown nails to accompany
The chaotic grin between his cheeks
I’m pretty sure he took advantage
And became a gaslighter soon enough
Tried convincing me, it was me all along
Who tried to take him home from the gaff
I should’ve ended it much sooner
But would I listen, Of course I would not
As always, I like to push...
Rusty Ralph was his name
I didn’t even find him attractive
And yet I invited him in all the same
He had a shiny bald head
With slightly yellowing teeth
Overgrown nails to accompany
The chaotic grin between his cheeks
I’m pretty sure he took advantage
And became a gaslighter soon enough
Tried convincing me, it was me all along
Who tried to take him home from the gaff
I should’ve ended it much sooner
But would I listen, Of course I would not
As always, I like to push...
#regret
#men
#relationships #choices
#relationships #choices
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BUSTED SEAMS (10-15-1989; Del Mar, California)
somewhere between truth
and perceived reality
somewhere between
technology and biology
all of us so long lost at sea
here in this great tempest of imbalances
my mind flew long ago amuck
so tired of struggling
against my true nature s grain
in trying to achieve
any semblance of an even keel
in this mad hatter s culture and society
i don t even know what i think
or feel anymore
ordered systems strangle me
yet diverse freedoms entangle me
all of us so caught up
overwrought
in never ending...
and perceived reality
somewhere between
technology and biology
all of us so long lost at sea
here in this great tempest of imbalances
my mind flew long ago amuck
so tired of struggling
against my true nature s grain
in trying to achieve
any semblance of an even keel
in this mad hatter s culture and society
i don t even know what i think
or feel anymore
ordered systems strangle me
yet diverse freedoms entangle me
all of us so caught up
overwrought
in never ending...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#choices
#SelfWorth
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Live For Today
My 30th year reunion is coming real soon
Majority I went to high school with are dead
Reminds me of some after school special, I presume
I can be next before this reunion transpires
Phlegmatic, I never was
Stress I carry in my jaw, my ass is on fire
A chemical relationship I had with my friends
Most of those goons have departed
They’d often asphyxiate me similar to The Bends
Domestic violence occurred often
Love was a fist in their lives
Now you see why their all in coffins
Screw the event, I'm going out to...
Majority I went to high school with are dead
Reminds me of some after school special, I presume
I can be next before this reunion transpires
Phlegmatic, I never was
Stress I carry in my jaw, my ass is on fire
A chemical relationship I had with my friends
Most of those goons have departed
They’d often asphyxiate me similar to The Bends
Domestic violence occurred often
Love was a fist in their lives
Now you see why their all in coffins
Screw the event, I'm going out to...
#motivational
#school
#rhyming
#MovingOn
#choices
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Sub-Strata: Episode One
tell me exactly when it happened
when the lies began to superimpose your reality
how they slithered into your comfort zones
sub-planting weeds into fertile garden
let's speak of Invites
what made you into the socially hardened
person that you are today?
trace your palms...see the fault lines
and ask yourself as you take inventory of the Soul
where did the whispers originate?
never mind the Law of Attraction ...
when the lies began to superimpose your reality
how they slithered into your comfort zones
sub-planting weeds into fertile garden
let's speak of Invites
what made you into the socially hardened
person that you are today?
trace your palms...see the fault lines
and ask yourself as you take inventory of the Soul
where did the whispers originate?
never mind the Law of Attraction ...
#dark
#humankind
#choices
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Yes and no
What would happen if my yes and no
Just come together
Like I'm naked still when dressed in clothes
Singing at the altar no matter if my chest so sore
learning real no matter how the lesson goes
And know I am with or without matter
Airy solid from my breath to bone
Star dusted heart no longer set in stone
What if my love was just a precious clove
Of garlic just so pungent for the lesser nose
But still so aromatic to some that find me similar to a vexing rose
Smooth as every petal but getting in you like you pressed the thorn
What...
Just come together
Like I'm naked still when dressed in clothes
Singing at the altar no matter if my chest so sore
learning real no matter how the lesson goes
And know I am with or without matter
Airy solid from my breath to bone
Star dusted heart no longer set in stone
What if my love was just a precious clove
Of garlic just so pungent for the lesser nose
But still so aromatic to some that find me similar to a vexing rose
Smooth as every petal but getting in you like you pressed the thorn
What...
#love
#choices
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a delicate balance
Talent is God-given: be humble. Fame is man-given: be grateful.
Conceit is self-given: be careful."―John Wooden
all's not fair in love and war;
each may leave a deadly scar.
even Christ, upon the Cross,
suffered, for His love, great loss.
tread with care in right and wrong;
you may sing a different song,
if the confidence you boast
finds you sleeping at your post.
let loud laughter and soft tears
never find you in arrears;
celebrate with those who joy,
shed a tear with those who cry....
Conceit is self-given: be careful."―John Wooden
all's not fair in love and war;
each may leave a deadly scar.
even Christ, upon the Cross,
suffered, for His love, great loss.
tread with care in right and wrong;
you may sing a different song,
if the confidence you boast
finds you sleeping at your post.
let loud laughter and soft tears
never find you in arrears;
celebrate with those who joy,
shed a tear with those who cry....
#kindness
#fate
#LifeChangingMoment
#wisdom
#choices
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White lines and asphalt
I felt it yesterday evening,
standing at the edge of the village.
No cars, no people, no sun -
no interesting clouds.
An empty chill
as creeps from Summer’s far edge,
when bonfires burn
and leaves turn to blue smoke curls.
A curlew call would not be out of place
in the wide, airy stillness,
magnified with the distant hushed rush
of unknown travellers.
It was like a condensation of forgotten memories
from long, long ago
superimposed on the road.
I felt a question, unspoken words
from...
standing at the edge of the village.
No cars, no people, no sun -
no interesting clouds.
An empty chill
as creeps from Summer’s far edge,
when bonfires burn
and leaves turn to blue smoke curls.
A curlew call would not be out of place
in the wide, airy stillness,
magnified with the distant hushed rush
of unknown travellers.
It was like a condensation of forgotten memories
from long, long ago
superimposed on the road.
I felt a question, unspoken words
from...
#memories
#emptiness
#SelfDiscovery #choices
#SelfDiscovery #choices
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Whispers of Strength: A Dream's Guidance
In the heart of my tale, a chapter unwritten,
Of shadows from kin and peers, harshly smitten.
Yet a dream, under moon’s gentle gleam,
Whispered wisdom, a flowing stream.
Hear your soul, its silent plea,
For in its whispers, you shall be free.
Challenge not the dreams that guide,
Lest harsh lessons in shadows hide.
No name shall I give, nor face single out,
For my strength, they do not hold, not a shred of doubt.
Time, the revealer, in its endless march,
Proves wrong the hate, under heaven's arch.
Gratitude fills me, for lessons...
Of shadows from kin and peers, harshly smitten.
Yet a dream, under moon’s gentle gleam,
Whispered wisdom, a flowing stream.
Hear your soul, its silent plea,
For in its whispers, you shall be free.
Challenge not the dreams that guide,
Lest harsh lessons in shadows hide.
No name shall I give, nor face single out,
For my strength, they do not hold, not a shred of doubt.
Time, the revealer, in its endless march,
Proves wrong the hate, under heaven's arch.
Gratitude fills me, for lessons...
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
#SelfWorth
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Equivalency
Everything bears a cost,
Not merely a price to be tossed.
For every gain we seek to host,
Something else must be lost.
To earn the coin, we toil,
Sweat upon the soil.
For respect to be our lot,
We must act in ways that are not forgot.
To hold goods within our grasp,
We part with coins that clasp.
When gains are made, yet nothing's spent,
The scale tips – it's not what nature meant.
For each thing gained without a toll,
Disrupts the balance of the whole.
We must reckon with the cost,
For nothing comes...
Not merely a price to be tossed.
For every gain we seek to host,
Something else must be lost.
To earn the coin, we toil,
Sweat upon the soil.
For respect to be our lot,
We must act in ways that are not forgot.
To hold goods within our grasp,
We part with coins that clasp.
When gains are made, yet nothing's spent,
The scale tips – it's not what nature meant.
For each thing gained without a toll,
Disrupts the balance of the whole.
We must reckon with the cost,
For nothing comes...
#TruthOfLife
#suffering
#emotional
#sacrifice
#choices
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Wait for me...?
What annoys me most
is that you really should be
irrelevant.
With so many souls in the world,
there could be any number of others
that I might connect with just as well...
right...?
So why is it,
as I stand at this fork in the road
trying to decide which path leads to ME,
I keep wondering if there's one
where you're waiting,
just out of sight.
.
is that you really should be
irrelevant.
With so many souls in the world,
there could be any number of others
that I might connect with just as well...
right...?
So why is it,
as I stand at this fork in the road
trying to decide which path leads to ME,
I keep wondering if there's one
where you're waiting,
just out of sight.
.
#friendship
#confusion
#choices
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Ripples of Moments in Time
A fleeting stroke of fate's design,
Waltzing with life's delicate line,
One ponders with a curious chime,
How destiny ripples through the paradigm.
I yearn to sail through time's embrace,
Witness the future, its enigmatic grace,
Unravel secrets, the unknown space,
That bind me tightly, a cosmic trace.
The past, a history we've sown,
The future veiled, yet to be known,
The present fleetingly is shown,
As the future, in time, becomes its own.
Waltzing with life's delicate line,
One ponders with a curious chime,
How destiny ripples through the paradigm.
I yearn to sail through time's embrace,
Witness the future, its enigmatic grace,
Unravel secrets, the unknown space,
That bind me tightly, a cosmic trace.
The past, a history we've sown,
The future veiled, yet to be known,
The present fleetingly is shown,
As the future, in time, becomes its own.
#hope
#confessional
#dialogue
#SelfReflection
#choices
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