Not Poems - Poems about Not

My shadow still lingers closely, Though only from behind. There's no more leading shadow, All that's left, is die... As I lead our way through, the turbulent times ahead; My shadow hides behind me, until It knows that I am Dead... As I look upon these stones, scattered across this land, Most of which I knew and...

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There is no easy way to just submit No quiet way to shout “I F N quit” Accept defeat and in your corner sit What happened to the man who started it Things always look darkest just before they turn totally black Never trust a smiling cat A paint can and brush sat on the bench The sign read…GO AHEAD….I DARE YA Just...

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Planted on coarse grounds Without water, air and the sun He questions his existence Continually tossed by violent storms In an habitat of weeds that contest his survival Like an insect which fears the exterminator The anxiety of this conciousness blinds his scenery Constantly facing the threats of a wild life Growing without prunning Flooded by a community of traumatizing adventures The tales of his...

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How can we not have this conversation where footprints of the poor vanish beneath the boots of investors, and the river sings only to those who can afford its luxury? In Chobe, the elephants roam free, but people walk caged in poverty. We call it coexistence when tusks are protected, but mothers bury their sons gored near neglected kraals. And no one...

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I accidentally burned my breakfast toast. I gave a thirty minute monologue on this heinous crime. To what’s left of the crust, I stared, then cursed, then laughed so hard the room shivered and in the echoes— Surprise! I found the voice I choked for being ‘inappropriate’— —Time to toast. I was startled by my cracked laughter, as the cat groomed herself indifferently witnessing my twenties spent...

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i feel them lie their brushes down, theyre finally done painting my portrait, years of hard work, finally done my portrait, a finale -- one of many! however, i glance at this portrait, it looks nothing like me the face that stares back is just a mere reflection of me in fact, its all wrong this portrait stares back at me it makes me rather uncomfortable it...

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What are you afraid of Look in their eyes For now it's time You've been soft for too long Head on her knees Arms wrapped around her legs And just like a prisoner For freedom she begs For a moment they pray The other she turns to prey If she doesn't marry, she's faulty For crimes she never did she's guilty Each day every...

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his mind works strange, not how its intended to work his handwriting changes, leaving him in a state of daze, and often, he is vacant in his own body a small, useless shell surrendering to the god-awful feeling of not being able to do anything, inside of that shell, lies a scared, little boy, who likes to detach but only when it hurts too bad his mind...

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Q: Who is the current Chief of Staff? A: The resident President. Q: What is an old, lame, deaf, half-blind Sherlock Holmes? A: A defective detective. Q: Who is the magician who ate all the pasta when no one was looking? A: The linguini Houdini. Q: What is a day in the life depiction of the First Family on view in...

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A moon hanging low amidst the glitter of stars, my heart's aflutter with dire anticipation. Together we cast golden coins in a fountain, the darkness of the night oozing with mystery. My heart's aflutter with dire anticipation, the unmistakable scent of love fills the air. Always the thought of you occupying my mind till I summon your familiar voice in the night. Together...

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Not sure how to carry on Everything I love is now gone Did not see the end in sight Took you like a thief in the night I know it was God's will Doesn't make it easy still On my knees I have knelt While my heart starts to melt Thought together we would grow old Now your body is lifeless and cold Not...

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Her parents ,named her Gorgeous Yusuf perhaps if, she was a boy Born in the morning almost sunrise Made her first sound same time as the birds For her beauty a lot would be deducted Even the sun hid behind the clouds in shame The stars would come when she is asleep And take advantage if she slept long that's the morning...

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Sam Dumpty here for National Geoplastic Magazine. Fox news has once again scored an amazing coup by securing an interview with an angel. But not just any angel folks, we're talking the big Kahuna, the Prince of Darkness, the Ogre of all ogres, the Bad Boy of bad boys... well, you get the idea. Of...

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I clutch a batch of roses in my hand, given to me by a blurry face, one whose name i cannot recall, i know theyve hurt me, and im forever stuck with them, and the stupid roses that wont die. the thorns prick my hands, my hands drip blood, i couldnt un-clutch the roses, the pain was sharp, like a needle i could feel it...

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A MILLION SMILES OF A CHILD THE MILLION SMILES OF A CHILD CAN TELL A STORY WITH A NEVER ENDING TALE A SMILE OF TRUE HOPE FOR PEACE A SMILE TO SAY A HELLO AND NEVER A GOOD-BYE A CHILD'S SMILE IS LIKE A INNER FEELING THAT NEVER GOES AWAY FOR WHEN A CHILD SMILES GIVES US THE HOPE TO NEVER GIVE UP EVERY...

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