Acquiescence Poems - Poems about Acquiescence

They came in the quiet of the wee hours before the light was born Unaware I slept like the dead While my youth from me was torn First I lost a sparkle or two And faded ever so slight Time bandits about me Lining my face without fight Thank God I never was about my looks An investment I knew sure to fail The...

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I revised a poem written January twenty second last year – two thousand twenty one regarding gratitude for Medicare Insurance to foot the bill concerning ability to heal courtesy immune system undergoing toe till agency or closest approximation thereof impossible mission to undergo one hundred percent protection against contracting deadly illness, viz latest epidemic impacting civilization. Here at Highland Manor Apartments...

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shuttering fright housed inside in one poof annihilating prejudice (white privilege included) and pride reducing to ashes trumpeting self importance, where snide persona grata becomes irrelevant as does living social or vacationing in Telluride. Interestingly enough, I do not entertain notions inflicting self harm nor suicide, but expect longevity (to ride one after another orbitz around the sun) minimum total (represented courtesy value units and tens place) equaling the largest...

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Acquiescence begets hegemony... Think Putin whose forename Vladimir translates as great power, whose singular minded aim after lobbing bombs into second-largest country by area in Europe after Russia incurring voodoo spells foisted upon president of Ukraine forced neophyte politician Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy to buckle and cower. Meanwhile many another leader cherishing their slice of freedom quakes in their boots dumbfounded, horrified, tight lipped as Russian bird of prey swoops down analogous as...

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When all the words a king may say Lay lifeless on the ground And windstorms blow them far away With not a single sound. Then no one any worry pays As acquiescence he seeks But ears awake and eyebrows raise When e'er the cannon speaks. She speaks to warriors from the east And armies from the south. And words of wisdom should, at least, Fall tumbling...

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Shall we acquiesce to mornings first glow in flight To the flags of yellow golden daffodils lined in a row Flowing over mothers’ soft hills on new born grass Like tiny soldiers at attention on the milky dawn Elsewhere over the marbled planet surface blue Where baby dolphins jump from the womb From their home of salted liquid depths Only to land...

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Management here at Highland Manor Apartments sent out word that tomorrow, January twenty third, two thousand and twenty one, we (all residents) will receive the first (of two) inoculations to stave off getting COVID-19, hence mine poetic title might seem absurd. Aforementioned stance toward death obviously antithetical regarding desire to stay alive and most oppressive when mine mental, physical and/or spiritual yours truly takes a (swan) dive analogous where...

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'I think I know why the ocean flows' When I watch the tides send spume and surf onto the poets' swaying shore Caress the silken sand embrace high waters so quietly or with almighty roar As tangled seaweed massages my anxious sun burnt skin and longing wishes Gloom dissipates along with anxious fear that harbours tears of moody swishes Backwards...

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When Alex was tasked to pen eight straight A’s for an animate cause He adjusted the angle arched forth in awe and anticipated attunement Ached with attrition and attributed an array afore attaching amends ...

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Acquiescence For want of acquiescence of passion the anxious soul writhes and meanders aghast ... Written Sept 15th, 2016 For "One quote- poetry contest" by Rick Parise...

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ACQUIESCENCE Late March It’s depressing Dirty snow and windy A scrap of paper tatters by And wrinkles itself around a tree trunk The sky is overcast but still All hangs in time stagnate One gazes out Resigned This form must have a name, but I don't know what it is - 2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2 syllables...

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Am I not man to stand the pain? Open up the gates of torture! Endless flames may burn my flesh, may in my soul be a real scorcher! I will endure the hurting ache! So tear away the scurf of scars - unhealed deep wounds in my own heart engraved like deadly memoirs. Oh like a fool I longed to see what couldn’t last,...

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