Quotes about unimportant, page 5
Proud To Have Healed
I stand to walk,
From a crawl.
That's why I remain,
Confident.
To be labelled arrogant.
And abundantly self assured I am.
I do not need to expose,
The showing of my bruises.
I know how they got there.
I find it unimportant,
To reminisce them.
Although I am proud to have healed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When The Well Spills Out Its Water
the well spills out water
what was beneath
rose and everyone
even children touch
the surface
when once it was dry
the hollowness
plays mystic to the wind
the deep voices
sing the notes of
what was once interesting
now we play on its waters
as though there is nothing to know
so unimportant
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Meaning
The meaning of life
Is truly unimportant.
Finding the answers
Will not remedy sorrows
Or relieve distress.
It will not give us insight
Or greater purpose.
If anything, that meaning
Will just make us more confused.
Note: According to Webster's Dictionary circa 2009, the meaning of life is: 'A state after birth that precedes death.'
poem by Tim Stensloff
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[[[[[[[[[[[[*_*]]]]]what Really is Life? ]]]]]]]
Life is a fantasy, a mixture of illusions
life is a problem with really no solution
life is a treasure unimportant to many
life is a begger mostly for penny
life is a trail which one must pass
life is a choice which always never lasts
life is series of collision with the future
it is no the sum of what we have been but what we yearn to be.....*-*
poem by Manahil Shafiq
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It is characteristic of the military mentality that nonhuman factors (atom bombs, strategic bases, weapons of all sorts, the possession of raw materials, etc) are held essential, while the human being, his desires, and thoughts - in short, the psychological factors - are considered as unimportant and secondary...The individual is degraded...to "human materiel".
quote by Albert Einstein
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter IV: People Part 2
It’s not wrong, but it’s not people’s choice
It’s not lie, but it’s not people’s say
It’s not bad, but it’s not people’s favorite
It’s not impossible, but it’s not people’s expectation
It’s not secret, but it’s not people’s thought
It’s not unimportant, but it’s not people’s need
It’s not illusion, but it’s not people’s believe
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Little Talk With A Silly Friend
someone is so unimportant
and so you devote a tinge of time
a splash of a gaze
not making any noise
you make some nods
to acknowledge her
your hands are uneasy
grasping for something to touch
inside your pocket
your feet are wary
there is no way that waiting is significant
there is nothing in here
except a silly talk
your mind has wings and claws
you hover for a while
and then leave
forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Know How To Ride On A Circular Boat
learn my friend to ride
on a circular boat
where direction does not matter
where north, south, west, east
do not exist
where the compass
becomes unimportant
where the waters whirl
endlessly
where you let yourself
be sucked
down to the oceanfloor
it is a soundless world
of the deaf-mute
you are finally
part of the Atlantis
breathing inside water
feeling encapsulated
[...] Read more
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Either Way, Thanks Again
Today I can finally thank you
Thanks so much for tossing my heart in a shredder
Thanks for making me feel blown off and unimportant that one last time
If you hadn't done what it is that you did
And I hadn't said those shitty things I said
Then I would probably still be holding on
With my bare soul to a farce of a fantasy
Or maybe it was a fantasy of a farce
Either way, thanks again
(07/01/07)
poem by Indiscreet Episode
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Returning Late on the Road from Pingquan on a Winter's Day
Mountain road hard travel sun become slant
Mist village frost tree about to perch crow
Night return not arrive should be unimportant
Warm drink three cups reach be come
The mountain road is hard to travel, the sun now slanting down,
In a misty village, a crow lands on a frosted tree.
I'll not arrive before night falls, but that should not concern me,
Once I've drunk three warm cups, I'll feel as if at home.
poem by Bai Juyi
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