Perspective Poems
Sway
by Brady Stewart
Crazy Crazy it never stops there is no time for punctuation
It starts off sounding like an elementary narrative
The alarm sounds sounds downstairs it's the neighbor
The neighbors are smoking probably smoking smoking
The toy on the desk moves moves it moves when you pull it
The trees don't seem to sway sway sway but they're so far away.
So How can you tell?
The toilet is never clean, spotless clean clean
The windows are open
Sometimes,
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Perspective
by Kara Prince
Mama says I’m giving,
Daddy says I care,
Teachers always called me a delight,
I had no shortage of recommendations.
For years, I believed them,
Because the voice in my head at night couldn’t be right.
So forgive me for taking so long to realize that no matter who tells our story,
I’m still the villain.
Ink Depleted, Love Remains
by Aditi Hayaran
The colour I always picked was you,
Making everything gorgeous—
that's your hue
That was consuming fast.
In my book, you,
the colour which dominates the vast.
Never knew,
the ink was getting low and low,
The marker was getting faint and slow.
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The Gift
by John Stetson
I gave what I thought was a gift, still it remains unacknowledged.
It might have started a rift, but I left it unfollowed.
But not all the wisdom of age is sage, some is sanguine.
Not all perspective has merit, some should suffer abandon.
The gift, when it's given, is riven with high expectation.
The hope, yet unspoken is broken when there's no elation.
The value's not hallowed, it's in the eye of the holder.
The gift's in the journey, you'll learn, as the gift grows older.
I wish
by Author Reinvented
I wish you could see
What I see
Maybe then you'd understand
The world is full of beauty
I wish you could know
What I know
Maybe then you would understand
The wonders life can show
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Perspective
by Kara Prince
Mama says I’m giving,
Daddy says I care,
Teachers always called me a delight,
I had no shortage of recommendations.
For years, I believed them,
Because the voice in my head at night couldn’t be right.
So forgive me for taking so long to realize that no matter who tells our story,
I’m still the villain.
Perspective
by Jeff Bresee
It’s just a tiny flicker,
in my hand it seems to be
a single point of light
and yet it mesmerizes me.
Can’t help but wonder what’s inside,
what universe lies there?
It makes me feel like I’m a God
and there’s an earth somewhere
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Perspectief
by Mario Odekerken
Een kind kijkt omhoog,
ziet wolken als bergen.
Een ouder kijkt omlaag,
ziet de zorgen in het gras.
Beiden staan stil
in dezelfde wereld
die voor ieder anders beweegt.
Perspektive
by Mario Odekerken
Ein Kind blickt nach oben,
sieht Berge in den Wolken.
Ein Erwachsener schaut nach unten,
findet Sorge im Grass.
Beide stehen still
in derselben Welt,
die für jeden anders vergeht.
Perspective
by Mario Odekerken
A child looks up,
sees mountains in the clouds.
An adult looks down,
sees worry in the grass.
Both stand still
in the same world
that moves differently for each.
