Not Poems - Poems about Not

As I sit by myself in a room full of Strangers, I listen to the cacophony , The Chaos of Voices, laughter and conversations ; It feels very familiar, and I can't help but wonder how soon it Will end . And again after a few...

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I want [fill in the blank] - Nope! I would like [fill in the blank] - Not at all! Here's the news: that isn't the reply Whenever you ask for something. Indeed sometimes the answer is No; The other answer is an instant Yes - But! There is another reply: "Yes, but you will have to... Wait." For how long? You might ask. Well when you are Ready for it. When...

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Flash backs, hitting like a bucket of ice water in a steaming shower. Never did I think they could come without me losing my breath or letting tears slip. They hit like a blackout right on a normal day, when you think they finally have gone away it sneaks up on you like you are...

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...more stuff and nonsense... Q: Why would it be a good thing if wood were used as money? A: It grows on trees. Q: Who was the star of last year's Christmas Drag Show? A: Felice Navidude. Q: Why was the adult film director upset when one of his actors couldn't get it up for the "money shot"? A: It left...

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I asked my phone “how do I look” The reply: “I am programed to recognize your face Not to evaluate its effect on other humans” I asked “how are you feeling today” It replied: “I have no hands, I cannot feel” I said: “no, no, I mean feelings Those subtle shifts in tone and tolerance”. The screen blinked a bit A...

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In my struggle for life I long I long to be free In my struggle for life I feel I feel like a prisoner Never to escape this place With its blackened walls And destroyed floors Torture and struggle I hate this place With its crumbling rooftop And its battered doors I cry I cry nonstop I beg for forgiveness Though I didn't do anything wrong I still beg In my...

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Ich liebe den frischen Duft der Frühlingsluft; Solange die Luft pollenfrei ist, ist alles in Ordnung. :) Translation:  I love the fresh scent of spring air; As long as the air is pollen-free, everything is fine. :)...

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I have no room for hate in the world, and I’ve always forgiven anyone who’s ever done me wrong—and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s already too much hate out there, whether it’s the world struggling to get along or someone choosing to hurt someone else. There are two ways to see the meaning...

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He captured her charm, serenity, and intelligence in his work. He frequently glanced from the canvas to her face. Asking her not to smile was like asking her not to breathe; patience wasn’t her strong suit. What’s in a smile? Beauty, and everything! It was a shame that it didn’t showcase a young woman in her...

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Hello I have emailed each winner and have not received email replies except from 11 of you. Please reply via email as soup mail deletes after six months. Also it is already a challenge matching poets names with email and poem as some vary using pen names. I am giving you time as I know life...

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A love match perfect until the truth won out she was a natural imp and a gifted daughter of nature he was a darkling with mortal appearance to try and gain what wasn't his he tried to cast her into the flame she forgave time and again until the rope tightened around her throat and he...

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It was just a dream but I have a headache from tears I never shed. It was just a dream but my breath is racing. It was just a dream but my heart is still thudding in my chest. It was just a dream but the pain still pulsates throughout my entire body. It was...

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Everyone is unique, so are your dreams write down your own dreams and your own words so you will be unique always ...

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Happiness is waving goodbye, smiling. Grief makes another promise to return. Hesitation even agrees. But Regret is nudging me. Love says: you had too much. And Hate— for once— is silent. Loneliness says: you are not alone....

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Mother Nature Teaches via Geese m i g r a...

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