Poems About Choices Published by Members Recently Online
#choices
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2019 4:05pm
3rd Apr 2019 4:05pm
Choices to be
a single bloom
or a lake-full of hyacinth
a voice alone
or an orchestra
a night serenade
from a lonely bed
or a swirl through
galaxy of smiles
choose!
Grace432019
or a lake-full of hyacinth
a voice alone
or an orchestra
a night serenade
from a lonely bed
or a swirl through
galaxy of smiles
choose!
Grace432019
#love
#choices
1336 reads
13 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2019 4:05pm
3rd Apr 2019 4:05pm
Choices to be
a single bloom
or a lake-full of hyacinth
a voice alone
or an orchestra
a night serenade
from a lonely bed
or a swirl through
galaxy of smiles
choose!
Grace432019
or a lake-full of hyacinth
a voice alone
or an orchestra
a night serenade
from a lonely bed
or a swirl through
galaxy of smiles
choose!
Grace432019
#love
#choices
1336 reads
13 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
Oracularity
The French gave us the word cliché
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
#anxiety
#suffering
#apathy
#choices
#PersonalGrowth
134 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
Oracularity
The French gave us the word cliché
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
#anxiety
#suffering
#apathy
#choices
#PersonalGrowth
134 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
Oracularity
The French gave us the word cliché
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
#anxiety
#suffering
#apathy
#choices
#PersonalGrowth
134 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
Oracularity
The French gave us the word cliché
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
#anxiety
#suffering
#apathy
#choices
#PersonalGrowth
134 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
3rd Apr 2024 1:59pm
Oracularity
The French gave us the word cliché
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
#anxiety
#suffering
#apathy
#choices
#PersonalGrowth
134 reads
10 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 10:18pm
20th Feb 2019 10:18pm
CHOICES FOR 'ALL THAT COULD DIE'
(Inhumation)
All that could die
Six feet under lie,
Turning unto bone
Under a tombstone
(If not unmarked be
So plant life grows free).
(Cremation)
All that could die
Makes smoke in the sky
While I turn to ash.
It saves my folks cash
And the need to tend
A grave without end.
(Anatomization)
All that could die
To science leave I,
That men may dissect
To learning effect.
What's found under knife
Might save other's life.
All that could die
Six feet under lie,
Turning unto bone
Under a tombstone
(If not unmarked be
So plant life grows free).
(Cremation)
All that could die
Makes smoke in the sky
While I turn to ash.
It saves my folks cash
And the need to tend
A grave without end.
(Anatomization)
All that could die
To science leave I,
That men may dissect
To learning effect.
What's found under knife
Might save other's life.
#death
#rhyming
#choices
447 reads
4 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 10:18pm
20th Feb 2019 10:18pm
CHOICES FOR 'ALL THAT COULD DIE'
(Inhumation)
All that could die
Six feet under lie,
Turning unto bone
Under a tombstone
(If not unmarked be
So plant life grows free).
(Cremation)
All that could die
Makes smoke in the sky
While I turn to ash.
It saves my folks cash
And the need to tend
A grave without end.
(Anatomization)
All that could die
To science leave I,
That men may dissect
To learning effect.
What's found under knife
Might save other's life.
All that could die
Six feet under lie,
Turning unto bone
Under a tombstone
(If not unmarked be
So plant life grows free).
(Cremation)
All that could die
Makes smoke in the sky
While I turn to ash.
It saves my folks cash
And the need to tend
A grave without end.
(Anatomization)
All that could die
To science leave I,
That men may dissect
To learning effect.
What's found under knife
Might save other's life.
#death
#rhyming
#choices
447 reads
4 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 10:18pm
20th Feb 2019 10:18pm
CHOICES FOR 'ALL THAT COULD DIE'
(Inhumation)
All that could die
Six feet under lie,
Turning unto bone
Under a tombstone
(If not unmarked be
So plant life grows free).
(Cremation)
All that could die
Makes smoke in the sky
While I turn to ash.
It saves my folks cash
And the need to tend
A grave without end.
(Anatomization)
All that could die
To science leave I,
That men may dissect
To learning effect.
What's found under knife
Might save other's life.
All that could die
Six feet under lie,
Turning unto bone
Under a tombstone
(If not unmarked be
So plant life grows free).
(Cremation)
All that could die
Makes smoke in the sky
While I turn to ash.
It saves my folks cash
And the need to tend
A grave without end.
(Anatomization)
All that could die
To science leave I,
That men may dissect
To learning effect.
What's found under knife
Might save other's life.
#death
#rhyming
#choices
447 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 4:38pm
22nd Sep 2024 4:38pm
compromise
The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion
and the will to help others.”—Albert Schweitzer
it is unwise
to compromise
the truth,
whether the time
be of your prime
or youth.
the ways of man,
whether by plan
or chance,
mark well from birth,
upon the earth,
his dance.
it is unkind
to wear a blind
passport
to shield the eye
from those who cry:
in short,
turn not aside
those who must ride
the storm;
reach out and bless
those who know less ...
and the will to help others.”—Albert Schweitzer
it is unwise
to compromise
the truth,
whether the time
be of your prime
or youth.
the ways of man,
whether by plan
or chance,
mark well from birth,
upon the earth,
his dance.
it is unkind
to wear a blind
passport
to shield the eye
from those who cry:
in short,
turn not aside
those who must ride
the storm;
reach out and bless
those who know less ...
#CallToAction
#choices
#kindness
#LifeGoals
#sacrifice
78 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 4:38pm
22nd Sep 2024 4:38pm
compromise
The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion
and the will to help others.”—Albert Schweitzer
it is unwise
to compromise
the truth,
whether the time
be of your prime
or youth.
the ways of man,
whether by plan
or chance,
mark well from birth,
upon the earth,
his dance.
it is unkind
to wear a blind
passport
to shield the eye
from those who cry:
in short,
turn not aside
those who must ride
the storm;
reach out and bless
those who know less ...
and the will to help others.”—Albert Schweitzer
it is unwise
to compromise
the truth,
whether the time
be of your prime
or youth.
the ways of man,
whether by plan
or chance,
mark well from birth,
upon the earth,
his dance.
it is unkind
to wear a blind
passport
to shield the eye
from those who cry:
in short,
turn not aside
those who must ride
the storm;
reach out and bless
those who know less ...
#CallToAction
#choices
#kindness
#LifeGoals
#sacrifice
78 reads
2 Comments
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