Poems about abstract

Despite Hardships Ahead

While in angst, I’m not lively enough.1 If my priority is my worry, from banter to canter, there’s...

What I call evil, is not a something but a withdrawal, destruction without reconstruction, a lack,...

In a maze I am, lost in a flower. Going around. Searching for you, purpose. If there is no love,...

It might appear that thought originates purely from the past, and thus it might appear independent...

After an idea is born, what happens with its spirit? We can capture ideas or we can let them free....

Senseless and hurt, the path has shown us that we cannot keep turning our sight away from the...