"microorganism" poems - Hello Poetry

I wonder why we define boundaries The LOC's, The island, The territories Do we ever understand our existence? Do we ever question our existence? Intrigues my mind these thoughts ever Reasons my thoughts over and over Do we really think we are big? Do we really exist the way we think? Andromeda being our neighbor in many Thousands of these galaxies surround us Milky way is one such in plenty.. One dot is our planet Unique, beautiful, lively, colorful.. Colors are recent addition not too old though.. The time when existing boundaries were drawn Colors and flowers too were born.. Do we believe we created colors? Do we really believe we created boundaries?? We fight for territories We define continents We be so proud of countries Our existence, Our proud, Our nationality, our Identity, Do we feel we exist because of countries?? Do we really feel we are nothing beyond countries?? Religion, Ethnicity, Culture, Color, Do animals have it too?? Sentinelese, Jarawa, Onge tribes Living in archipelago of Andaman & Nicobar for 60,000 years, Who are these people living in tribes? Which religion do they belong? What language do they speak? How without fire do they survive? Do we still think we exist because of names given by us? Do we still doubt our Creator? To bound self in boundaries is sin Sin against the Creator Sin against the Soul Sin against the humanity Sin against belief of life.. To partition our nations is to belittle the Greatness of His Who created us, who created universe Who created "Himself" to keep our belief.. Continents, Rich, Poor, Oldest civilisation, Countries, Big, Small Are these parameters to be proud of? If we observe us from the top of universe We will be a fly or a microorganism They may name us Earthica humane Do we have to fight for land and land marks? Do we still have to divide the mother Earth? Is it not high time we rise and decide? United we make our Earth unique Souls wander the whole universe But to live they decend on Earth Can we not be proud of planet as a whole? No boundaries do us part Can we not end the hatred forever? Bringing peace, solace and love as treasure!!

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Sep 6, 2018

Sep 6, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC

Neha_S

Praise the Creator!

I wonder why we define boundaries The LOC's, The island, The territories Do we ever understand our existence? Do we ever question our existence? Intrigues my mind these thoughts ever Reasons my thoughts over and over Do we really think we are big? Do we really exist the way we think? Andromeda being our neighbor in many Thousands of these galaxies surround us Milky way is one such in plenty.. One dot is our planet Unique, beautiful, lively, colorful.. Colors are recent addition not too old though.. The time when existing boundaries were drawn Colors and flowers too were born.. Do we believe we created colors? Do we really believe we created boundaries?? We fight for territories We define continents We be so proud of countries Our existence, Our proud, Our nationality, our Identity, Do we feel we exist because of countries?? Do we really feel we are nothing beyond countries?? Religion, Ethnicity, Culture, Color, Do animals have it too?? Sentinelese, Jarawa, Onge tribes Living in archipelago of Andaman & Nicobar for 60,000 years, Who are these people living in tribes? Which religion do they belong? What language do they speak? How without fire do they survive? Do we still think we exist because of names given by us? Do we still doubt our Creator? To bound self in boundaries is sin Sin against the Creator Sin against the Soul Sin against the humanity Sin against belief of life.. To partition our nations is to belittle the Greatness of His Who created us, who created universe Who created "Himself" to keep our belief.. Continents, Rich, Poor, Oldest civilisation, Countries, Big, Small Are these parameters to be proud of? If we observe us from the top of universe We will be a fly or a microorganism They may name us Earthica humane Do we have to fight for land and land marks? Do we still have to divide the mother Earth? Is it not high time we rise and decide? United we make our Earth unique Souls wander the whole universe But to live they decend on Earth Can we not be proud of planet as a whole? No boundaries do us part Can we not end the hatred forever? Bringing peace, solace and love as treasure!!

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You see a kaleidoscopic spongesque speck pushed into a blur over your vision, Sitting on air & feathers. You sit on air rather than feathers, Incased in drywall, Surrounded by your worldly possessions, Drowning in sweat, Suffocating from air, The hum of coupled fans waltzes’ into your skull, A metallic mind prints mass media Via a melodramatic faux-vintage situation into your skull, There’s the pitter-patter of post-traumatic pondering in your skull, A Mexican Coca-Cola clutched in your left hand, Phillip-Morris owns the pocket on your breast so that they sit closest to your heart, Pabst Blue Ribbon has carved rights to your liver, You have an over analytic sense of humor and well-being. Now you decode your day. Now you chastise your intuition for lustful engagements with shadow people. Though you have no qualms with this, You enjoy yourself from time to time. But cannot you imagine a more climatic proposition, In a less disposable universe? Where corners are cut, Shoving dignity & quality out the door Is where impractical risks are made. However, All you ponder now is the blur pushed into the edge of your eye. Perhaps it is a microorganism rendezvousing with another microorganism. Though they would have no concept of predetermination.

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Jan 24, 2013

Jan 24, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC

sal-lake

Folly

You see a kaleidoscopic spongesque speck pushed into a blur over your vision, Sitting on air & feathers. You sit on air rather than feathers, Incased in drywall, Surrounded by your worldly possessions, Drowning in sweat, Suffocating from air, The hum of coupled fans waltzes’ into your skull, A metallic mind prints mass media Via a melodramatic faux-vintage situation into your skull, There’s the pitter-patter of post-traumatic pondering in your skull, A Mexican Coca-Cola clutched in your left hand, Phillip-Morris owns the pocket on your breast so that they sit closest to your heart, Pabst Blue Ribbon has carved rights to your liver, You have an over analytic sense of humor and well-being. Now you decode your day. Now you chastise your intuition for lustful engagements with shadow people. Though you have no qualms with this, You enjoy yourself from time to time. But cannot you imagine a more climatic proposition, In a less disposable universe? Where corners are cut, Shoving dignity & quality out the door Is where impractical risks are made. However, All you ponder now is the blur pushed into the edge of your eye. Perhaps it is a microorganism rendezvousing with another microorganism. Though they would have no concept of predetermination.

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Free falling; gone in an instant-- blink of an eyelash faster than lightning, flashing like brilliance Drilling holes into the psyche Astronomical; impeccable aim Breathtaking colors with patterns like kaleidoscopes the creativity blows the mind It's the morphine you can take without overdosing in pain and numbness It's the chase you can't escape if you wanted to but you won't even try It's the height of ecstasy and the awe of gratification Its pure and magnetizing invigoration When you prove what you set out to prove When you give it all, you have everything to lose The negative chatter fills the gaps of endurance and credence The silence of the aftermath, leaves a clear distinctive taste All the critics and the villains siphon air so you lose the ability to breathe There is a glimmer, a tiny microorganism still standing on two feet pushing forward Moving slow Falling sideways All, all alone Glowing, fueling, bursting...flooding roadblocks, causing traffic All the commotion is seeding havoc Like an artist left unknown...you will grow Flow and flower into a masterpiece And the free fall secures you high amongst the nebula There is no more spiraling downwards there is only a tiger lurking, always ready to pounce On their victims, on the goals you've set ahead Like a real winner always does, you finish first because you did your very best You're a tiger and you just earned you your stripes So leave the amateurs on their soap box discombobulated You're resilient, even savvy You're a vision to be reckoned with

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Sep 1, 2013

Sep 1, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC

Caz

Float like a butterfly, pounce like a tiger

Free falling; gone in an instant-- blink of an eyelash faster than lightning, flashing like brilliance Drilling holes into the psyche Astronomical; impeccable aim Breathtaking colors with patterns like kaleidoscopes the creativity blows the mind It's the morphine you can take without overdosing in pain and numbness It's the chase you can't escape if you wanted to but you won't even try It's the height of ecstasy and the awe of gratification Its pure and magnetizing invigoration When you prove what you set out to prove When you give it all, you have everything to lose The negative chatter fills the gaps of endurance and credence The silence of the aftermath, leaves a clear distinctive taste All the critics and the villains siphon air so you lose the ability to breathe There is a glimmer, a tiny microorganism still standing on two feet pushing forward Moving slow Falling sideways All, all alone Glowing, fueling, bursting...flooding roadblocks, causing traffic All the commotion is seeding havoc Like an artist left unknown...you will grow Flow and flower into a masterpiece And the free fall secures you high amongst the nebula There is no more spiraling downwards there is only a tiger lurking, always ready to pounce On their victims, on the goals you've set ahead Like a real winner always does, you finish first because you did your very best You're a tiger and you just earned you your stripes So leave the amateurs on their soap box discombobulated You're resilient, even savvy You're a vision to be reckoned with

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I am cursed as a thinker To be wandering in the cerebrum That in every small detail Comes a big issue To believe that something small Could possibly erupt the earth Is something extraordinary That grasped my deep attention A pebble Could build mountains A microorganism Could cause infections A bullet Could **** a person And a speech Could win the hearts of millions I'm stuck here for eternity Thinking quietly Though I am a cursed thinker The wisdom in my soul constantly becomes deeper Maybe one day, I'll share my wisdom with the world That even a speck of dust, there is so much to behold

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Jan 23, 2014

Jan 23, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC

buzz-1

Small Things

I am cursed as a thinker To be wandering in the cerebrum That in every small detail Comes a big issue To believe that something small Could possibly erupt the earth Is something extraordinary That grasped my deep attention A pebble Could build mountains A microorganism Could cause infections A bullet Could **** a person And a speech Could win the hearts of millions I'm stuck here for eternity Thinking quietly Though I am a cursed thinker The wisdom in my soul constantly becomes deeper Maybe one day, I'll share my wisdom with the world That even a speck of dust, there is so much to behold

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For the longest time, words were like bricks in the mouth. Weighing down, suffocating and harmful. For the shortest time, words flowed like so many rivers headed home through drying basins, rising rivers, past gargantuan sheets of ice and through the town one may call home. Sealed shut. The words build again. Thoughts, memories, ideas, the resentful wave of hiemal turquoise waters crashing upon the furrowed brow of inconsequence. To tell truths would be dignified, one isn't always able to choose such an ideology. Often an ideology is ****** upon the undeserved. Perhaps through social conditioning or other such time honoured institutions. History should not and yet does often repeat itself. Although each generation is different, as is every single person that, does walk this planet, has walked this planet, and ever will walk this fine planet. Cosmos over Chaos For those that choose to read, the world is yours, the plants, the animals, every Microorganism, each and every grain of sand that litters the shorelines like a googolplex of fine jewels for an undecided amount of monarchs, rulers of lands and emperors of distant planets that in no way resemble our own. For you are such people. For those that choose to love, amour you shall receive, every kiss that screams of desire, every touch of heavenly organs, every man woman and child that has ever felt the imperious desire to hold another body closer than is physically possible. In this dimension at least. Every time one embraces another you shall feel love. You shall experience me as I experience you. Worlds apart, countries apart, towns, villages, houses apart, metres apart... atoms apart. You will be of one ever tender consciousness. The truest of all consciousness. One.

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Dec 23, 2012

Dec 23, 2012 at 6:39 PM UTC

reece

Silence in Cities, Vast Trenches of Flowing Thoughts

For the longest time, words were like bricks in the mouth. Weighing down, suffocating and harmful. For the shortest time, words flowed like so many rivers headed home through drying basins, rising rivers, past gargantuan sheets of ice and through the town one may call home. Sealed shut. The words build again. Thoughts, memories, ideas, the resentful wave of hiemal turquoise waters crashing upon the furrowed brow of inconsequence. To tell truths would be dignified, one isn't always able to choose such an ideology. Often an ideology is ****** upon the undeserved. Perhaps through social conditioning or other such time honoured institutions. History should not and yet does often repeat itself. Although each generation is different, as is every single person that, does walk this planet, has walked this planet, and ever will walk this fine planet. Cosmos over Chaos For those that choose to read, the world is yours, the plants, the animals, every Microorganism, each and every grain of sand that litters the shorelines like a googolplex of fine jewels for an undecided amount of monarchs, rulers of lands and emperors of distant planets that in no way resemble our own. For you are such people. For those that choose to love, amour you shall receive, every kiss that screams of desire, every touch of heavenly organs, every man woman and child that has ever felt the imperious desire to hold another body closer than is physically possible. In this dimension at least. Every time one embraces another you shall feel love. You shall experience me as I experience you. Worlds apart, countries apart, towns, villages, houses apart, metres apart... atoms apart. You will be of one ever tender consciousness. The truest of all consciousness. One.

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A single drop of water can contain thousands of microorganism. Looking beyond the surface to find we have left our eyes behind. Yet, we still believe everything ever proven to be true Just as the Earth sits a single drop of water, falling from the sky into deep cerulean blue.

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May 1, 2015

May 1, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC

Sageshortcake

Drip

A single drop of water can contain thousands of microorganism. Looking beyond the surface to find we have left our eyes behind. Yet, we still believe everything ever proven to be true Just as the Earth sits a single drop of water, falling from the sky into deep cerulean blue.

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Everything’s been frantic since the break. What people don’t tell you about college, is that you’re just tired ALL of the time. I’m so tired, yawn ‘scuse me. So if you’re planning to talk to me, bring coffee, make some effort to be interesting - clap your hands or.. something. Work piled up on me while I was sick (I missed two days!) and it radiated across my.. everything, like nuclear waste. In New Haven, you have the inalienable right to fall behind. ok, let’s put it poetically.. *The microorganism was as fast and brutal as a twister and it spun, tricksily, out of a clear blue day leaving me weak, in shock and totally focked. I needed things that come after a natural disaster - wailing sirens, to clear the way for organized relief but no volunteers can help me pick-up the pieces.* I guess I needed another challenge this term. Sure, my roommates check in, but they have their own traumas and they’re like those slow, drive-by accident-tourists that gawk. Too bad there’s no such thing as missed class/assignment insurance. There’s a saying (cleaned up), here at Yale, that goes: It’ll get done because it HAS to get done.

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Apr 16, 2024

Apr 16, 2024 at 1:52 PM UTC

anaisvionet

we’re all alone (totally wired)

Everything’s been frantic since the break. What people don’t tell you about college, is that you’re just tired ALL of the time. I’m so tired, yawn ‘scuse me. So if you’re planning to talk to me, bring coffee, make some effort to be interesting - clap your hands or.. something. Work piled up on me while I was sick (I missed two days!) and it radiated across my.. everything, like nuclear waste. In New Haven, you have the inalienable right to fall behind. ok, let’s put it poetically.. *The microorganism was as fast and brutal as a twister and it spun, tricksily, out of a clear blue day leaving me weak, in shock and totally focked. I needed things that come after a natural disaster - wailing sirens, to clear the way for organized relief but no volunteers can help me pick-up the pieces.* I guess I needed another challenge this term. Sure, my roommates check in, but they have their own traumas and they’re like those slow, drive-by accident-tourists that gawk. Too bad there’s no such thing as missed class/assignment insurance. There’s a saying (cleaned up), here at Yale, that goes: It’ll get done because it HAS to get done.

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Forgive me, O Lord! We are very ungrateful beings, Constantly cheating ourselves And gradually dragging our own destruction And drowning in the bottom of darkness. The air that you have sent for our benefit, Has been contaminated by us. For the balance of this world The mountains you created, Have been destructed by us for no reason. We have torn these For our enjoyment and lust. The beautiful heart of animals and birds, The forest, the lungs of the earth are burning. Today we have forgotten The history of our birth. O Lord! You have not sent any force from the sky To subdue our ********** Today the whole world is being overwhelmed By just a single invisible and almost lifeless virus- One kind of microorganism. The nuclear weapons And submarines are now a big shame for us. I can clearly see the lines on the foreheads Of the world leaders. Today there is no end of our regret. We have surrendered ourselves To the vastness of your grace. We have taken shelter In the coat of your own existence. Forgive us, oh Lord!

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May 25, 2021

May 25, 2021 at 10:10 AM UTC

Nurul

Forgive Us, Lord

Forgive me, O Lord! We are very ungrateful beings, Constantly cheating ourselves And gradually dragging our own destruction And drowning in the bottom of darkness. The air that you have sent for our benefit, Has been contaminated by us. For the balance of this world The mountains you created, Have been destructed by us for no reason. We have torn these For our enjoyment and lust. The beautiful heart of animals and birds, The forest, the lungs of the earth are burning. Today we have forgotten The history of our birth. O Lord! You have not sent any force from the sky To subdue our ********** Today the whole world is being overwhelmed By just a single invisible and almost lifeless virus- One kind of microorganism. The nuclear weapons And submarines are now a big shame for us. I can clearly see the lines on the foreheads Of the world leaders. Today there is no end of our regret. We have surrendered ourselves To the vastness of your grace. We have taken shelter In the coat of your own existence. Forgive us, oh Lord!

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