Poems About Learning Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about learning published by members recently online.
Three Sizes too Small
All MAGA votes are votes for a troll
and the hate and fear in their control
plus all the guns they love
beneath the stars above...
the Grinch that stole their Christmas soul.
and the hate and fear in their control
plus all the guns they love
beneath the stars above...
the Grinch that stole their Christmas soul.
#Christmas
#kindness
#learning
#morality
#peace
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Three Sizes too Small
All MAGA votes are votes for a troll
and the hate and fear in their control
plus all the guns they love
beneath the stars above...
the Grinch that stole their Christmas soul.
and the hate and fear in their control
plus all the guns they love
beneath the stars above...
the Grinch that stole their Christmas soul.
#Christmas
#kindness
#learning
#morality
#peace
137 reads
8 Comments
Three Sizes too Small
All MAGA votes are votes for a troll
and the hate and fear in their control
plus all the guns they love
beneath the stars above...
the Grinch that stole their Christmas soul.
and the hate and fear in their control
plus all the guns they love
beneath the stars above...
the Grinch that stole their Christmas soul.
#Christmas
#kindness
#learning
#morality
#peace
137 reads
8 Comments
Three Sizes too Small
All MAGA votes are votes for a troll
and the hate and fear in their control
plus all the guns they love
beneath the stars above...
the Grinch that stole their Christmas soul.
and the hate and fear in their control
plus all the guns they love
beneath the stars above...
the Grinch that stole their Christmas soul.
#Christmas
#kindness
#learning
#morality
#peace
137 reads
8 Comments
Three Sizes too Small
All MAGA votes are votes for a troll
and the hate and fear in their control
plus all the guns they love
beneath the stars above...
the Grinch that stole their Christmas soul.
and the hate and fear in their control
plus all the guns they love
beneath the stars above...
the Grinch that stole their Christmas soul.
#Christmas
#kindness
#learning
#morality
#peace
137 reads
8 Comments
The Sky
Have you ever thought of the sky,
looking down at us and asking why?
Why were we made?
What was the purpose of man?
How do we coincide?
Do you think the sky rages from being annoyed at us?
It's like being on an ant farm.
Causing each other harm.
To go this way and that?
I would be mad at this fact.
Maybe the sky is depressed, blowing out puffed clouds.
Tired of watching the magnificence of man.
Yet knowing they do not understand.
What little time they have.
What miraculous things could be had?
If they would just stay...
looking down at us and asking why?
Why were we made?
What was the purpose of man?
How do we coincide?
Do you think the sky rages from being annoyed at us?
It's like being on an ant farm.
Causing each other harm.
To go this way and that?
I would be mad at this fact.
Maybe the sky is depressed, blowing out puffed clouds.
Tired of watching the magnificence of man.
Yet knowing they do not understand.
What little time they have.
What miraculous things could be had?
If they would just stay...
#learning
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30 Comments
Bone Broth
Sometimes you’ve got to die
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
#death
#grief
#learning #LifeCycle
#learning #LifeCycle
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2 Comments
Bone Broth
Sometimes you’ve got to die
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
#death
#grief
#learning #LifeCycle
#learning #LifeCycle
108 reads
2 Comments
Bone Broth
Sometimes you’ve got to die
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
#death
#grief
#learning #LifeCycle
#learning #LifeCycle
108 reads
2 Comments
Bone Broth
Sometimes you’ve got to die
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
#death
#grief
#learning #LifeCycle
#learning #LifeCycle
108 reads
2 Comments
Deeply Submerged In Thought
What kind of smile are you wearing today?
are you actually happy to see me?;
is it hidden deceit? how could I question your
demeanar that obviously seems to be so friendly?
I'm wrong; I've got to be wrong; what's the words,
to your song you sing so quietly?;
the one that makes my eyes light up,
when you smile at me?;
do you intend to lullaby me to sleep?
am I...
are you actually happy to see me?;
is it hidden deceit? how could I question your
demeanar that obviously seems to be so friendly?
I'm wrong; I've got to be wrong; what's the words,
to your song you sing so quietly?;
the one that makes my eyes light up,
when you smile at me?;
do you intend to lullaby me to sleep?
am I...
#identity
#mirror
#learning
#confusion
#determination
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Deeply Submerged In Thought
What kind of smile are you wearing today?
are you actually happy to see me?;
is it hidden deceit? how could I question your
demeanar that obviously seems to be so friendly?
I'm wrong; I've got to be wrong; what's the words,
to your song you sing so quietly?;
the one that makes my eyes light up,
when you smile at me?;
do you intend to lullaby me to sleep?
am I...
are you actually happy to see me?;
is it hidden deceit? how could I question your
demeanar that obviously seems to be so friendly?
I'm wrong; I've got to be wrong; what's the words,
to your song you sing so quietly?;
the one that makes my eyes light up,
when you smile at me?;
do you intend to lullaby me to sleep?
am I...
#identity
#mirror
#learning
#confusion
#determination
453 reads
0 Comments
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