Least Read Poems About Learning
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
24th Nov 2019 4:34pm
24th Nov 2019 4:34pm
Rekindle
Seemed as if my present-day aged,
reforming my deep-rooted prophecies,
into whims of novelties,
I try to refresh my journeys and fondness for idioms,
Discoveries,
Led me to sceneries of blessings and obscenity,
The effects of my imageries; inclined and bounded by scribble's identity,
I tried to flee the abuse of my ingenuity,
But failed to resist ,
I submitted to tongue's sprain; "my tropical tones" ,'
Resembled fire on burning stones,
Provoked my intimate dream to be awaken; by whispers of illicit undertones.
Candid moans...
reforming my deep-rooted prophecies,
into whims of novelties,
I try to refresh my journeys and fondness for idioms,
Discoveries,
Led me to sceneries of blessings and obscenity,
The effects of my imageries; inclined and bounded by scribble's identity,
I tried to flee the abuse of my ingenuity,
But failed to resist ,
I submitted to tongue's sprain; "my tropical tones" ,'
Resembled fire on burning stones,
Provoked my intimate dream to be awaken; by whispers of illicit undertones.
Candid moans...
#identity
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#learning
#SelfReflection
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2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Jan 2019 3:50am
28th Jan 2019 3:50am
how whales fly
if i were
to have
a superpower
it’d be slow-
motion
for all
the times
you
turned
heads skyward
although
i’d have
to make
rules
for non-
interference
such as letting
your
teardrops
hit the
dirt-floor
otherwise
we’d sink
to the
bottom
of a saltless sea
to have
a superpower
it’d be slow-
motion
for all
the times
you
turned
heads skyward
although
i’d have
to make
rules
for non-
interference
such as letting
your
teardrops
hit the
dirt-floor
otherwise
we’d sink
to the
bottom
of a saltless sea
#LifeStruggles
#learning
#admiration #choices
#admiration #choices
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10 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 9:50am
28th Dec 2018 9:50am
charting
her soles
curl
inward
and the earth
crumbles
beneath
worries
cracks
fill
with
dirt that
began
as a mountain
ranging
across
the geography
of wrinkling
time
the trouble
is pin-pointed
in the furrow
she
dug and ...
curl
inward
and the earth
crumbles
beneath
worries
cracks
fill
with
dirt that
began
as a mountain
ranging
across
the geography
of wrinkling
time
the trouble
is pin-pointed
in the furrow
she
dug and ...
#LifeStruggles
#earth
#learning
#MovingOn
#meditation
20 reads
6 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
29th May 2018 5:42am
29th May 2018 5:42am
MY WISH FOR YOU
It is my wish that you grow in a healthy and happy home
Where your parents will create for you a place of comfort so that streets you don’t roam.
That you find support in family and not solely on friends
That your trust begin with family where true love exists with no end.
It is my wish for you to grow to be a caring big brother
Sharing your things and being there for one another
That the same hand of your little brother you hold to cross the street
Be the same hand you hold when fear he meets.
The special hand of a big brother in the midst of...
Where your parents will create for you a place of comfort so that streets you don’t roam.
That you find support in family and not solely on friends
That your trust begin with family where true love exists with no end.
It is my wish for you to grow to be a caring big brother
Sharing your things and being there for one another
That the same hand of your little brother you hold to cross the street
Be the same hand you hold when fear he meets.
The special hand of a big brother in the midst of...
#motivational
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#LifeGoals
#learning
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3 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2019 2:11am
3rd Jan 2019 2:11am
associative areas of the brain
Memory is made to fit space, to pause
of the box is to reconcile of nothingness and the possibility
of a swarming's orange blossom racing out of the eye
sockets in a reflection of the seconds,
once again a second time, of the seconds
that you fingered a twirl around the dead cells pushing
out of his head and the memory is at
capacity lost. Filled meter lights a warning
and somewhere a womanly being in stripes
presses the button under the counter.
Who comes to the rescue! but a blue-clad strain
of...
of the box is to reconcile of nothingness and the possibility
of a swarming's orange blossom racing out of the eye
sockets in a reflection of the seconds,
once again a second time, of the seconds
that you fingered a twirl around the dead cells pushing
out of his head and the memory is at
capacity lost. Filled meter lights a warning
and somewhere a womanly being in stripes
presses the button under the counter.
Who comes to the rescue! but a blue-clad strain
of...
#environment
#humankind
#learning
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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3 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 11:42pm
18th Nov 2024 11:42pm
Reflections of the Summoned
The world of man is a canvas of paradoxes filled with absurdity and contradiction, stretched apart taut between light and shadow, the known and the unknown.
There are those who walk in this mundane world, this reality might seems as solid as stone, but in truth, it is porous.
Unseen to mortal eyes, the spirits of the Goetia roamed the peripheries of existence, their essence seeping into the cracks of human desire, fear, and ambition.
In the chambers of their ethereal court, the 72 gathered as the...
There are those who walk in this mundane world, this reality might seems as solid as stone, but in truth, it is porous.
Unseen to mortal eyes, the spirits of the Goetia roamed the peripheries of existence, their essence seeping into the cracks of human desire, fear, and ambition.
In the chambers of their ethereal court, the 72 gathered as the...
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
#wisdom
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 6:10pm
2nd Jan 2025 6:10pm
Shaped by Shadow, Touched by Flame
Beneath the heavens rent with crimson flare
Where wrathful fire danced a searing hymn
I stood amidst the blaze my spirit bare
And felt its touch consume me, limb by limb
Yet lo, the shadows coiled with dark embrace
Their whispered counsel deepened in my soul
They carved their mark a labyrinthine trace
And bade me rise anew complete and whole
O fire, thou art a cruel and mighty forge
Yet shadows craft the edges flame doth miss
Where searing tongues of gold and ember gorge
The shade bestows its fatal and silent kiss
...
Where wrathful fire danced a searing hymn
I stood amidst the blaze my spirit bare
And felt its touch consume me, limb by limb
Yet lo, the shadows coiled with dark embrace
Their whispered counsel deepened in my soul
They carved their mark a labyrinthine trace
And bade me rise anew complete and whole
O fire, thou art a cruel and mighty forge
Yet shadows craft the edges flame doth miss
Where searing tongues of gold and ember gorge
The shade bestows its fatal and silent kiss
...
#fire
#learning
#SelfReflection
#shadows
#silence
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 11:54am
3rd Dec 2024 11:54am
Emanations of the Mind...
Often I get lost in my thought,
In those recesses of my intellect,
where ambivalence interlaces with the glimmering of discernment,
I traverse looking for the ineffable,
the elusive sagacity spoken softly in the stillness of quiet reflection.
Emerging from the profound depths of contemplation,
a sudden effulgence of clarity,
as comprehension unfurls like the delicate tendrils of an ethereal bloom,
grasping, attaining, a verity both fragile and steadfast.
I wander through the consecrated halls of philosophy and education,
where...
In those recesses of my intellect,
where ambivalence interlaces with the glimmering of discernment,
I traverse looking for the ineffable,
the elusive sagacity spoken softly in the stillness of quiet reflection.
Emerging from the profound depths of contemplation,
a sudden effulgence of clarity,
as comprehension unfurls like the delicate tendrils of an ethereal bloom,
grasping, attaining, a verity both fragile and steadfast.
I wander through the consecrated halls of philosophy and education,
where...
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
#wisdom
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asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 6:50pm
15th Feb 2025 6:50pm
Lab Yrinth
Enclosed in a maze,
The rat is lost in confinement
He patterns out the bait and route
A switch flicks in his head as he catches
Sight of the world through a crack in the wall
He does not really register at first
And continues to chase the artificial scent
Of cloying comfort and sleepy routine
Going around and around
One day he wakes
And feels less drive to seek the bait
And wants to sniff out the truth
He presses a paw against the crack
And the wall comes down with ease
And the light hurts his eyes
But he can taste...
The rat is lost in confinement
He patterns out the bait and route
A switch flicks in his head as he catches
Sight of the world through a crack in the wall
He does not really register at first
And continues to chase the artificial scent
Of cloying comfort and sleepy routine
Going around and around
One day he wakes
And feels less drive to seek the bait
And wants to sniff out the truth
He presses a paw against the crack
And the wall comes down with ease
And the light hurts his eyes
But he can taste...
#FeelingLost
#learning
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3 Comments
thinlane
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 1:21pm
3rd Jan 2025 1:21pm
Becoming A Man
Stepping out in the darkness of a hot night
Looking for something to fight
I need a target for my expanding sense of justice
And if you think you're a bad man
It just might be you
I met a man in Tennessee who thought it made him tough
To beat on his boy and his wife
I showed him the error of his ways
A .45 that took him to his grave
And went on my way feeling noble
And true
To myself and what I believed
There was nothing that I couldn't be
A good man with my pure conviction
I should have seen that it was only fiction ...
Looking for something to fight
I need a target for my expanding sense of justice
And if you think you're a bad man
It just might be you
I met a man in Tennessee who thought it made him tough
To beat on his boy and his wife
I showed him the error of his ways
A .45 that took him to his grave
And went on my way feeling noble
And true
To myself and what I believed
There was nothing that I couldn't be
A good man with my pure conviction
I should have seen that it was only fiction ...
#learning
#morality
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