Decisions poems bring the best collection of short and long decisions poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great decisions rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these decisions poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on decisions are here for you.
Carrying a satchel all along inside of which are , decisions un-taken I run up and down Scaring away my evil cravings and all the immoral that the world taught me I focus too much on not doing bad (wrong)
Dark cloud looming. Moving slowly. But it’s there. Creeping in front of the sun’s path, dimming the light, inch by inch. Will it settle? Will it stay? Will it slide on by and keep on it’s way? Is there rain
I’m watching us in my mind’s eye bound together like thunder and lightning to get away from the world and into secret places We’re gushing alive flaming flickering love bursting born leaving nothing to chance until we fade out. Then…
A lifetime spent keeping life on track, Just to save oneself from any setbacks! No singing and dancing on life’s cruise; A ride without any fun, what’s the use?! Rather than comprehend nature’s truest gestures Better carry out wonderful adventures
You are the most fickle thing of the world, You show the most amazing movie of the world, You are the game-changer of the world, Everything revolves around you in this world. Oh Mind! You are the ceaseless, the most
The Beloved is simply vivacious now discarded shyness And I find difficult to deal with her acts with no guess I fear then when congenial is our love relation Idea occurs which perturbs me and that is one With music
When you first began life’s marathon, were you courageous from the start? When you stood there at the starting line, were you committed head and heart? Must you believe you’ll achieve your goals, from the moment you begin? Must you
*A dead letter is a letter that has never been delivered because the person to whom it was written cannot be found, and it also cannot be returned to the person who wrote it.* Dim the lights, for in darkness
Mind has different roles in realizing life’s goals. It claims to be rational in self-concerned decisions, creates different logics to win over pricking situations may be logics and decisions damage self and social control. Rationality in logics for all results
Behold, a new world awaits, With promises of a better future…! But the road is not so easy, With turbulent seas as a gift from nature…!! You’ll either learn to survive, Even in the harshest of conditions…! Or will perish
Sixth sense, a magical phenomenon, a super natural phenomenon, a gift bestowed upon some people by the Supreme Lord. Each and everyone has got sixth sense; Only those who are spiritually connected to God, Experience the direct perception of truth.
Very often we seek love, warmth, caress, inspiration and motivation to move on. Very often we ask for guidance if not from God then from men to confirm our decisions. Very often we struggle to live through heartaches of solace
This life we live is full of surprises. People around us all wearing disguises. Some bring you happiness and lots of joy. Other discard of you like a broken toy. The road we travel bends and turns. Giving you lessons
Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet
The day I realised that I’m just like everyone else. Clarity. I spent all my time thinking that I was different, unusual. [Apparently] I thought differently to everyone else. [I] Wanted, needed different things. Craved isolation. Solitude. Peace. Contentment. Simplicity
Will the Twenty First Century be the end for Homo Sapiens? Can human minds and psyches stand up to the speed of change being metered out? Today, we make more decisions in a day than were made one hundred years
Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?
Some say less is really more, or is it more is really less. I believe both to be true. The future screams towards us faster every day. The pace and complexity of life quickens. Technology more pervasive. The human psyche
The child in his arms was such a precious gift, her sweet loving smile would make his heart lift. Born into a love that none could compare with her baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair. Conceived and born
Mistake is the result of Misjudgement Misjudgement leads to Regret Regret make one Wise Wise will not act in haste Hasty Decisions will result in failures failures are stepping stones for success Successful one would never commit mistake Mistakes come
Sixth sense, a magical phenomena, a super natural phenomena, a gift bestowed upon some people by the Supreme Lord. Each and everyone has got sixth sense; Only those who are spiritually connected to God, Experience the direct perception of truth.
The fondness and affection which I always came to give, Has now gone away, simply ceases to exist, My mind is now contained by a deep and heavy mist- Cant concentrate on others, nothing more I have to give, My
Men, Women, Children Brothers and sisters Be not blind to the temple of the body Be aware To exterior Of the heart, The actions of The soul The state of mind And the flow Of emotions the earth that will
In the solitary confinement of my mind, I have reasoned, recorded and debated A thousand times; over the reasons, And decisions that ensued. Of everything that happened And everything that never happened. And I have realised but two things. What
That was the dreadful night when my world went upside down, Tough decisions were made but still I count, The smiles the sorry the vows that were so profound, It just hit me hard now when ever they come around.
Don’t tell on me, but yes, I can’t breathe no more, This smile concealing my frightened soul, I can’t take no more, Don’t tell on me; have lost myself in all these, I’m just a walking robot, no one sees
A few years after you arrived, like a prodigal, you wouldn’t abide You soon began to run Now, you must return, To face the rising sun It’s time to stop and think about your unruly life For so long, you
In a world filled with hatred let’s spread love From the ground below to the heavens above Behind every wave of destruction is a broken dream There’s a silent tear and a deafening scream It’s easy to unleash violence sitting
Unrepenting you start from a sore point to ask an explanation from an eclipse of the sun. unreviving, a corpse, the moon carries the burden of light, on its bloodied shoulder for burial in dew. Half the century we were