Poems about Learning
#learning
Poems about learning and the life lessons we learn on our journey through life. Poetry about developing wisdom, confidence and principles through our life experiences. Here you'll find poems about learning things, about ourselves and others, from events, encounters, society and nature.
archie23
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2021 11:16pm
23rd Oct 2021 11:16pm
BLANK BOOK
#inspirational
#learning
#escape
#wisdom
#determination
22 reads
5 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2021 8:00pm
22nd Oct 2021 8:00pm
journey
i have seen life
dawning like beauty
where i can sail
on softened breezes
while carried
through shadows
of night,
climbing, running,
hope sleeps well
within me,
finding
what others seek
like splendor
marched in abundance,
my soul hungers
burning hot,
such endless
fascinations
draw me in,
devouring me,
i belong
to that moment
dawning like beauty
where i can sail
on softened breezes
while carried
through shadows
of night,
climbing, running,
hope sleeps well
within me,
finding
what others seek
like splendor
marched in abundance,
my soul hungers
burning hot,
such endless
fascinations
draw me in,
devouring me,
i belong
to that moment
#dreams
#inspirational
#learning
#escape
#determination
29 reads
6 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 10:23am
21st Oct 2021 10:23am
intellectual endeavor
give yourself to me
let me touch you,
not with fingertips
on sensual flesh,
let me look
at your mind,
show me each page
from beginning to end,
each word more delicate
than the one before,
you are much more
than i can conceive,
i know how beauty feels
within your soul,
true intimacy flowing
like ink on a page,
brilliant thoughts
cradled within yourself,
you may become desired
an intellectual endeavor.
let me touch you,
not with fingertips
on sensual flesh,
let me look
at your mind,
show me each page
from beginning to end,
each word more delicate
than the one before,
you are much more
than i can conceive,
i know how beauty feels
within your soul,
true intimacy flowing
like ink on a page,
brilliant thoughts
cradled within yourself,
you may become desired
an intellectual endeavor.
#dreams
#motivational
#inspirational
#uplifting
#learning
50 reads
2 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 00:33am
21st Oct 2021 00:33am
Unpacked Fact So Abstract
Whip Whap Soul Slap
Verbal Gurgle Brain Tapped
Just A Thought Unwrapped
Consciousness Not Kidnapped
Yet Inapt To Adapt Use Of Tact
In Speech Act Subtract The Inexact
Retract All Unbacked Not To Detract
Just Stay On Track
Verbal Gurgle Brain Tapped
Just A Thought Unwrapped
Consciousness Not Kidnapped
Yet Inapt To Adapt Use Of Tact
In Speech Act Subtract The Inexact
Retract All Unbacked Not To Detract
Just Stay On Track
#motivational
#learning
#wisdom
33 reads
2 Comments
13
Poem Published
17th Oct 2021 11:48am
17th Oct 2021 11:48am
OhK
I never thought I’d see the day when I would agnise the depths of my desire.
Ingrained in every cell; the swell of emotion
ebbs and flows into each passing day
like the waves we’re all familiar with.
A calling card;
reminding me of the expectation of love,
the anticipation of hope,
and the abuse of obstinacy.
I learn from it everyday.
Paying respect and gratitude as tuition for the lesson called ‘life.’
Freshman year, every year.
Can’t complete the puzzle even when all of the pieces fit.
There is meaning in this. ...
Ingrained in every cell; the swell of emotion
ebbs and flows into each passing day
like the waves we’re all familiar with.
A calling card;
reminding me of the expectation of love,
the anticipation of hope,
and the abuse of obstinacy.
I learn from it everyday.
Paying respect and gratitude as tuition for the lesson called ‘life.’
Freshman year, every year.
Can’t complete the puzzle even when all of the pieces fit.
There is meaning in this. ...
#love
#learning
#gratitude
#respect
#SelfDiscovery
49 reads
4 Comments
TimWombles
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 9:40am
13th Oct 2021 9:40am
Time Heals All Wounds
Sometimes... it's better to blow up old bridges rather than fix the other side
Sometimes... it makes more sense to be found than to continue to hide
Some things... you just do, you don't think about the whys
And it's always better to tell the truth than to invent a few new lies
Chorus::
Time heals all wounds... but it still leaves us scars
Covering our body like a night filled with stars
Reminders of the battles we've seen
Reminding us of the people we've been
These are some of the lessons I've learned
From the times when I've suffered...
Sometimes... it makes more sense to be found than to continue to hide
Some things... you just do, you don't think about the whys
And it's always better to tell the truth than to invent a few new lies
Chorus::
Time heals all wounds... but it still leaves us scars
Covering our body like a night filled with stars
Reminders of the battles we've seen
Reminding us of the people we've been
These are some of the lessons I've learned
From the times when I've suffered...
#LifeStruggles
#learning
43 reads
5 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
5th Oct 2021 9:33pm
5th Oct 2021 9:33pm
To Be
To be. Now. In search of a better self to survive for the first time again. Where is
your heart It should be where you are but not mine and that's where I needed to hurry to post. Sometimes urgency is needed. Does something like "lost time" even exist? Maybe or maybe not or maybe it's just situational. I was like a refugee, and as the lights shone and shone, I ran away. I walked all the way. Everything અંધારું *seemed impossible, But later on, he can't even remember howl all this could ever feel like this. Hush right now, and calm down....
your heart It should be where you are but not mine and that's where I needed to hurry to post. Sometimes urgency is needed. Does something like "lost time" even exist? Maybe or maybe not or maybe it's just situational. I was like a refugee, and as the lights shone and shone, I ran away. I walked all the way. Everything અંધારું *seemed impossible, But later on, he can't even remember howl all this could ever feel like this. Hush right now, and calm down....
#learning
45 reads
mysticstones
Poem Published
5th Oct 2021 1:54pm
5th Oct 2021 1:54pm
oh wait...
its,
two in the morning
and now three.
flowing, inane thoughts
weighted they are not.
warping, twisting,
but won't stop.
the water, kettling
just as it starts to boil,
bet you hear,
if you listen too, my dear.
the leaves bleeding
with the avarice of steam.
as the amber,
creeps to the rim
a venturing
short of the brim
now,
the depth is my bowl.
my palms,
their willingness to hold.
filtering a need to express,
thoughts within my mind,
a needing to caress.
would you pull...
two in the morning
and now three.
flowing, inane thoughts
weighted they are not.
warping, twisting,
but won't stop.
the water, kettling
just as it starts to boil,
bet you hear,
if you listen too, my dear.
the leaves bleeding
with the avarice of steam.
as the amber,
creeps to the rim
a venturing
short of the brim
now,
the depth is my bowl.
my palms,
their willingness to hold.
filtering a need to express,
thoughts within my mind,
a needing to caress.
would you pull...
#learning
#escape
#meditation
44 reads
0 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
1st Oct 2021 5:02pm
1st Oct 2021 5:02pm
Life Lessons
Last evening my son and i were laying in bed
He was watching his Tablet and I was watching Chicago P.D.
A cop show a man beating a women to the point of knocking out
So wrapped up in it until my son utters "Mommy why did that man hit that lady?"
Stunned and confused what are the right words to say
He's so observant for only being the age of four
Bud this is just a television show meant to entertain
It isnt real but sometimes men do hurt women that way
Tate baby, you must never hit a women not ever
Even if you are mad at her you never take...
He was watching his Tablet and I was watching Chicago P.D.
A cop show a man beating a women to the point of knocking out
So wrapped up in it until my son utters "Mommy why did that man hit that lady?"
Stunned and confused what are the right words to say
He's so observant for only being the age of four
Bud this is just a television show meant to entertain
It isnt real but sometimes men do hurt women that way
Tate baby, you must never hit a women not ever
Even if you are mad at her you never take...
#mother
#TruthOfLife
#LifeChangingMoment
#learning
#son
48 reads
2 Comments
Brandon
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Poem Published
29th Sep 2021 3:08pm
29th Sep 2021 3:08pm
Addition
One and two make three
+
Such simple understanding
+
Mathematic ease
+
Such simple understanding
+
Mathematic ease
#learning
#senryu
#boredom
29 reads
1 Comment
shad00n
Poem Published
28th Sep 2021 7:08am
28th Sep 2021 7:08am
Slow and Steady Wins the Race
I can't stand when you walk away
in the middle of a fight.
And I'm left in your bed
unsure how to make things right.
it's wrong, it's all fucking wrong.
Everything I try.
How do I stand up for myself
and still be polite?
Sometimes the way you read me
is just the beginning and the end.
Like you're back in school,
preparing for the test.
Listen to my words,
you may not agree
But that doesn't mean I'm wrong.
That is you and this is me.
Every time we fall
I think 'we had a good run'. ...
in the middle of a fight.
And I'm left in your bed
unsure how to make things right.
it's wrong, it's all fucking wrong.
Everything I try.
How do I stand up for myself
and still be polite?
Sometimes the way you read me
is just the beginning and the end.
Like you're back in school,
preparing for the test.
Listen to my words,
you may not agree
But that doesn't mean I'm wrong.
That is you and this is me.
Every time we fall
I think 'we had a good run'. ...
#TimeHeals
#FallingInLove
#learning
38 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2021 5:55am
23rd Sep 2021 5:55am
YMCA Holy Man
YMCA Holy Man
His TV blares resurrection blues
With phantoms of the YMCA opera
Words born of my naïveté:
“The suburbs are for the middle class.”
His removal of my anesthesia:
“Everything is for them.
You are doing some thinking on this old world.”
In his face the ghost of Frederick Douglas
An exorcist of cloudy propaganda
“Where would you want to be other than here?”
“In the mountains.”
On a morning like the last judgment
“Don’t you feel pleasure from anything?
Surely your bare feet on the...
His TV blares resurrection blues
With phantoms of the YMCA opera
Words born of my naïveté:
“The suburbs are for the middle class.”
His removal of my anesthesia:
“Everything is for them.
You are doing some thinking on this old world.”
In his face the ghost of Frederick Douglas
An exorcist of cloudy propaganda
“Where would you want to be other than here?”
“In the mountains.”
On a morning like the last judgment
“Don’t you feel pleasure from anything?
Surely your bare feet on the...
#spiritual
#homelessness
#learning
#poverty
#wisdom
42 reads
2 Comments
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