Purpose Poems
Things Hard to Understand
by Richard Randolph
A love letter no one reads,
a strange man no one needs,
a seed dropped upon the sand,
a starving child in a barren land--
Why trees reach toward the sky,
and grown men forget how to cry,
why a bird sings to its mate,
though she's gone and it's too late--
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The Carnival
by Richard Randolph
There are no immovable objects,
nor are there unstoppable forces,
but there are objects we can't move,
and forces we can't stop,
and questions we can't answer,
so purpose becomes the paradox.
My mind contains all of the world,
and my thoughts and feelings, too,
but to say the world contains us
is at least equally as true.
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Slayers!!
by Joycelyn Eshun
Myths and speculations of beauty today
Church girls and boys considered out of date
If I am average looking then I fit the description of 'church girl'.
Clothed in rags then my place is the temple.
But unlike our slay queens we slay with purpose
We break down territories and command strongholds.
We present this world a new definition of slayers
Beauty with prayer
Fashion with purpose
We leaving our marks everywhere we go
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Life battle
by Karpop Riba
We start with great intentions.
But wobble around
Over and over again
Feeling inadequate
Feeling hopeless.
There are things we would like to change,
But very often than not we fall Short of our dreams & hopes.
Oh! What could be the reason?
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98. Wonders of My World
by Kea Campbell
The entire world is in our back pockets.
Our perceived worth is in the other.
Condensed into a hand-size machine, everything humanity has ever seen. My head aches as technology abuses my brain chemistry.
My eyes burn from blue light, consumed by the escape. Interesting how our race is so distant, yet all in the same place.
This is not self-harm, but we are harming ourselves.
Our friends, foes, futures, and forsaken mental health.
In the other pocket, a piece of metal framed in colored plastic. With or without it, might determine our health and lavish.
A medium between what we have and what we owe. A representation of our will in the form of an 8 to 12 digit code.
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98. Wonders of My World
by Kea Campbell
The entire world is in our back pockets.
Our perceived worth is in the other.
Condensed into a hand-size machine, everything humanity has ever seen. My head aches as technology abuses my brain chemistry.
My eyes burn from blue light, consumed by the escape. Interesting how our race is so distant, yet all in the same place.
This is not self-harm, but we are harming ourselves.
Our friends, foes, futures, and forsaken mental health.
In the other pocket, a piece of metal framed in colored plastic. With or without it, might determine our health and lavish.
A medium between what we have and what we owe. A representation of our will in the form of an 8 to 12 digit code.
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Figure It Out
by Stewart Watkins
A beautiful time to sit with'self.''
In this salient silence, you'll soon find your help
Alone, close, and unbothered
Quiet, away, and untethered
Silence the noise of your mind
Then welcome peace that's divine
When pain comes, it's okay to unwrap a cry
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91. Smile for the camera because the present is here
by Kea Campbell
Smile for the camera because the present is here.
Right now is forever, so look neither forward nor rear.
If you are as you were, looking back one whole year,
Did you even progress, or is it just evidently unclear?
Timestamps are great, and I recommend observations at a fiscal stretch.
Start now and not later, or future you might look back with invidiousness.
Yes, set goals and expectations to mark your achievements,
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"A key without a lock."
by Dylan Wu Rong
The world of science negated my life,
as every day of mine was breathed out,
balancing on emotions and experience,
and yet I failed- failed as everything I could be.
To the one who taught, I failed as a student...
To the one who loved, I failed as a lover...
To the one who believed, I failed as a supporter...
To the one who leaned on, I failed as a pillar...
When man once said, the world is one of many,
a twinkle gleamed my eyes,
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38. Desires Have Tired
by Kea Campbell
We desire compensation because the world lacks the Lord's love.
Humans are designed to love unconditionally,
But the world has put a condition on everything.
Purpose isn’t to be fulfilled; it’s to be pursued.
Too often, we ask God to take the wheel,
But little do we realize, that God already paved the roads for us to travel.
Tuesday 14 May 2024
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