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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Today 2:51am
Today 2:51am
A Rice Paper Tigress Named Gloria
A Rice Paper Tigress Named Gloria
This is a high school where I am a substitute teacher for young pianists, flutists, and organists who birth notes with fingers on fire. During their practice sessions, I just melt in my soma zone while they strum my heart with the music of the Gods.
The young ladies chatter like Chickadees with gentlemen in a lyceum where Bach can’t compete with green grass and blue skies. So we follow the sun onto the campus green where lasses are peonies whose windblown fragrance is a kiss for lads while I sit in a Buddha pose with the heart of a...
This is a high school where I am a substitute teacher for young pianists, flutists, and organists who birth notes with fingers on fire. During their practice sessions, I just melt in my soma zone while they strum my heart with the music of the Gods.
The young ladies chatter like Chickadees with gentlemen in a lyceum where Bach can’t compete with green grass and blue skies. So we follow the sun onto the campus green where lasses are peonies whose windblown fragrance is a kiss for lads while I sit in a Buddha pose with the heart of a...
#teens
#school
#learning #crush
#learning #crush
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2 Comments
NeverEndingCycle
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:40am
Yesterday 9:40am
I am not about to quit
So many things wrong is anything right
I try to lay down but struggle to sleep at night
Counting sheep tossing and turning
I feel nothing but a constant burning
I use to smile ad laugh but these day I don’t say a lot
I miss all of my friends but I left them to rot
They did nothing I’m just to bitter
I try to stop the bull shit but I’m not a quitter
I hate these walls they stand way to tall
I know I built them up to we’re they won’t fall
There not protecting much but a broken bitter man
I’m really trying to do the...
I try to lay down but struggle to sleep at night
Counting sheep tossing and turning
I feel nothing but a constant burning
I use to smile ad laugh but these day I don’t say a lot
I miss all of my friends but I left them to rot
They did nothing I’m just to bitter
I try to stop the bull shit but I’m not a quitter
I hate these walls they stand way to tall
I know I built them up to we’re they won’t fall
There not protecting much but a broken bitter man
I’m really trying to do the...
#learning
#SelfReflection
#acceptance #healing
#acceptance #healing
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Andres__Castro
Poem Published
25th Jan 2021 7:56pm
25th Jan 2021 7:56pm
f**ked Up: Just Speculating
He once was a sensitive sweet boy,
smart too, good with words, but
then he got fucked up, bad, real bad.
Found poetry somewhat by chance.
Now grown, what he needs may be
to find a subject or two to write about
other than himself and his enemies
that he creates with multiplying voices;
finding prey to pray on makes it worse.
Good poet he is: Could be remembered
for more than this and perhaps he will—
one of his many characters doing this.
Gods, demons, the universe at work
that has created the...
smart too, good with words, but
then he got fucked up, bad, real bad.
Found poetry somewhat by chance.
Now grown, what he needs may be
to find a subject or two to write about
other than himself and his enemies
that he creates with multiplying voices;
finding prey to pray on makes it worse.
Good poet he is: Could be remembered
for more than this and perhaps he will—
one of his many characters doing this.
Gods, demons, the universe at work
that has created the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#learning #responsibility
#learning #responsibility
20 reads
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 8:10pm
23rd Jan 2021 8:10pm
FULL SPIRIT'S VITAL SONG (6-6-2010, 12:10pm, KOFFI, Palm Springs, California)
set free all limits
held tight
too long inside
sing out full spirits
vital song
from open heart
through feeling eyes
release the rusted
chains
set free your
hostage mind
from old beliefs
which
only serve
to deepen your
own unseen
self inflicted blindness
which no longer
reflect
support
nor uplift
your highest truths
most blissful
fulfillment
break free from egos
choke hold grasp
around your
stifled
mind and life
allow your inner
light
to...
held tight
too long inside
sing out full spirits
vital song
from open heart
through feeling eyes
release the rusted
chains
set free your
hostage mind
from old beliefs
which
only serve
to deepen your
own unseen
self inflicted blindness
which no longer
reflect
support
nor uplift
your highest truths
most blissful
fulfillment
break free from egos
choke hold grasp
around your
stifled
mind and life
allow your inner
light
to...
#inspirational
#learning
#meditation
#healing
#wisdom
9 reads
5 Comments
Olivia-H
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 12:34pm
23rd Jan 2021 12:34pm
Updates
I learned
The basic art of healing from
The Medical School
The Health Centers
More during observership
Time with
The Carpenters
The Plumbers
The Electricians
The Bricklayer
The Cobblers
The Potters
The Singers
The Peace Keepers
The Ecosystem
People like them
Make us believe in solutions
Transcending any problem
They all fix
What needs to be
In alignment
The basic art of healing from
The Medical School
The Health Centers
More during observership
Time with
The Carpenters
The Plumbers
The Electricians
The Bricklayer
The Cobblers
The Potters
The Singers
The Peace Keepers
The Ecosystem
People like them
Make us believe in solutions
Transcending any problem
They all fix
What needs to be
In alignment
#learning
#gratitude
#healing
24 reads
5 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
20th Jan 2021 11:44am
20th Jan 2021 11:44am
Good bye Donald Trump
Goodbye Donald Trump
He has gone now, are you sure thought I saw his shadow.
On the wall just before sunup.
No, no he has gone, and a script is ready an actor, Clooney.
is playing him.
Donald Trump has gone to Florida he is a golf fanatic and
the presiding 4 years has nothing to do with him.
Well, he built a wall the Mexicans refuse to pay for,
it´s an ugly wall, and it doesn´t make the landscape more lovely.
Kind to his friends though pardoned them all.
What will happen next? Not much at first but, he has left.
A legacy of...
He has gone now, are you sure thought I saw his shadow.
On the wall just before sunup.
No, no he has gone, and a script is ready an actor, Clooney.
is playing him.
Donald Trump has gone to Florida he is a golf fanatic and
the presiding 4 years has nothing to do with him.
Well, he built a wall the Mexicans refuse to pay for,
it´s an ugly wall, and it doesn´t make the landscape more lovely.
Kind to his friends though pardoned them all.
What will happen next? Not much at first but, he has left.
A legacy of...
#kindness
#courage
#inspirational
#LifeGoals
#learning
15 reads
1 Comment
mommabutterfly999_
Poem Published
20th Jan 2021 10:01am
20th Jan 2021 10:01am
Mastering how to Feel
I know the stories of you.
Finding comfort in how different we would be,
though they say
you are in my eyes.
Gone before my age.
21.
I never had the strength to rage,
describe my sadness,
but I still cry at your demise.
Embarrassed by emotions,
feel like...
Finding comfort in how different we would be,
though they say
you are in my eyes.
Gone before my age.
21.
I never had the strength to rage,
describe my sadness,
but I still cry at your demise.
Embarrassed by emotions,
feel like...
#love
#grief
#death
#learning
#emptiness
25 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th Jan 2021 9:45am
19th Jan 2021 9:45am
pandemic morning
Pandemic Morning
It has been raining in the night
the haar lingers in the bay, but I can see
clouds breaking up,
the sky hides the nascent sun.
Morning coffee is a must.
The air is chilly
he leaves the terrace.
He looks out of the window
in his study and looks at a subdued street
suffering under the pandemic.
It is a sad moment of the day
like it was hesitant to begin.
Then he sees green shoots on a tree
and knows he will live
and love a bit longer.
It has been raining in the night
the haar lingers in the bay, but I can see
clouds breaking up,
the sky hides the nascent sun.
Morning coffee is a must.
The air is chilly
he leaves the terrace.
He looks out of the window
in his study and looks at a subdued street
suffering under the pandemic.
It is a sad moment of the day
like it was hesitant to begin.
Then he sees green shoots on a tree
and knows he will live
and love a bit longer.
#kindness
#courage
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#learning
10 reads
1 Comment
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
19th Jan 2021 2:47am
19th Jan 2021 2:47am
Secular Creed
oh sentient
beings
hear my prayer
i believe in natural selection
i believe
in kindness generosity
sympathy and love
i believe
in the big bang
quantum physics evolution
i believe in natural selection
i believe
in climate change
overpopulation
i believe
in the scientific
method
i believe in natural selection
i believe
in data produced by observable reproducible
statistically-significant research
i believe
in ethical unbiased ...
beings
hear my prayer
i believe in natural selection
i believe
in kindness generosity
sympathy and love
i believe
in the big bang
quantum physics evolution
i believe in natural selection
i believe
in climate change
overpopulation
i believe
in the scientific
method
i believe in natural selection
i believe
in data produced by observable reproducible
statistically-significant research
i believe
in ethical unbiased ...
#spiritual
#learning
#meditation
23 reads
2 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
17th Jan 2021 10:51am
17th Jan 2021 10:51am
Peach Field -
I sat in the
peach field
and found myself
crying
all the workers
were gone
all the peaches
were gone
walking through
each row
tears
still falling
not one
precious fruit
left for me
to find
none left for
me to quench
that sweet taste
I want to
feel
running
over my tongue
head hanging low
I saw it there
one discarded peach
that jewel laying
on the ground
in front of me
maybe...
peach field
and found myself
crying
all the workers
were gone
all the peaches
were gone
walking through
each row
tears
still falling
not one
precious fruit
left for me
to find
none left for
me to quench
that sweet taste
I want to
feel
running
over my tongue
head hanging low
I saw it there
one discarded peach
that jewel laying
on the ground
in front of me
maybe...
#learning
#acceptance
#determination
24 reads
8 Comments
BeautifulMistake
Poem Published
17th Jan 2021 5:41am
17th Jan 2021 5:41am
Silence of sound
My voice goes unheard against the push of the wind
My sound is nothing but a whisper against a roar
The strong storm shoving me a gust into the open plains
Falling to the ground like the hot sand in the great desert
I'm left with the sound of my own thoughts and that great wind
Each step I take sinks deeper into the spice scented sand
Looking up and seeing that blue sky so hauntingly silent
My heart beating in time with the vibrations all around
I am one with the silence of sound
My sound is nothing but a whisper against a roar
The strong storm shoving me a gust into the open plains
Falling to the ground like the hot sand in the great desert
I'm left with the sound of my own thoughts and that great wind
Each step I take sinks deeper into the spice scented sand
Looking up and seeing that blue sky so hauntingly silent
My heart beating in time with the vibrations all around
I am one with the silence of sound
#silence
#learning
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
17 reads
1 Comment
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 2:24pm
15th Jan 2021 2:24pm
an accustomed numb.
a flash and it dawns on you
unimagined and least expected—
bursting of clarification
absolute in the moment self-righteousness
(unasked for)
snapping into surprising place,
~that fucking missing puzzle piece~
found under a couch cushion of happenstance
only now the wish is,
for the return of the misty opaqueness
all that familiar unknowing
so comfortable in an accustomed numb
happily blinded by "well, I don't have a choice"
left self stagnant in beautiful non-decision,
is the new dream of yearn;
dragging that...
unimagined and least expected—
bursting of clarification
absolute in the moment self-righteousness
(unasked for)
snapping into surprising place,
~that fucking missing puzzle piece~
found under a couch cushion of happenstance
only now the wish is,
for the return of the misty opaqueness
all that familiar unknowing
so comfortable in an accustomed numb
happily blinded by "well, I don't have a choice"
left self stagnant in beautiful non-decision,
is the new dream of yearn;
dragging that...
#depression
#hope
#fate
#learning
#karma
107 reads
32 Comments
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