More Than Meets The Eye Poems - Poems about More Than Meets The Eye

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It seems awfully naive to think that you're the only ones In such a vast universe you know so little about. There are millions and millions of planets, moons, and suns That can harbor the possibility of life, throughout. The smartest people of the human race on planet Earth Can't even fathom the knowledge of what really exists. Your species is...

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she runs down the hall she is meSsY she is LouD she is an extrovert no, she is not just because she is not shy does not mean she sometimes wants to cry being sad and feeling low has crossed her path but I bet you didn't know stop stop degrading people based on what YOU see...

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There are beautiful creatures to grace plains. There are beautiful flowers for bouquets. There are beautiful people … natural and otherwise. Whether people, creatures or flowers, there is beauty all around. One cannot tell at first glance, beauty ...

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Looking all around, I see nothing but black. Yet when I look down, I see a sliver of color. A sign that tells me there is hope of going back. Surrounded by darkness, you keep me sane In a sea of debris, you keep me safe Here you seem small, fragile But take another look. You are bigger...

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Don't blame the bearer of bad news - A gun doesn't kill by itself or a knife, Nor a violent video game or hostile views; An evil act is but wrought by a mind's strife. When you nurture a seedling or stunt its growth, You can foretell it'll be a vine or an oak tree, So is with the mind of...

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Her beauty’s words that speak her mind So effortlessly they form on the lips Exposing her being, her true soul and thoughts Her eyes are as opals, so bright, so clear Looking fondly to others, for beauty within Seeing past what may be obvious, into the depths Her essence is not the obvious, which shows But proves to be that which she...

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My true self I have hidden, And with bashfulness is ridden, And all that I am feeling forms an ultra-silent sigh; My throat contracts with dryness, I am beaten up with shyness, For what is going on within equates much more than meets the eye. With resolve I try to fight it, My tongue gets...

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