Anonymity Poems - Poems about Anonymity

I’m a brick and oh so lonely, sitting here a hundred years. Dry as dirt…oh if only I could shed a single tear. Here’s my story, forty stories, up way high above the ground. To the left and to the right, looking up or looking down, all the bricks are just like me, an ocean of monotony. Yes, we share, but we don’t talk about the...

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I'm a brick and oh so lonely, sitting here a hundred years. Dry as dirt...oh if only I could shed a single tear. Here's my story, forty stories, up way high above the ground. To the left and to the right, looking up and looking down, all the bricks are just like me, an ocean of monotony. Yes, we share, but we don't talk about the...

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You flowered in the shade. Headlights and floodlights slid off your retiring shadow. Occasionally the spotlights flare lit-up your solitary walk but only the footprints you left fleetingly on flowing water. I praise your independent natural nature needing nothing of this world that you did not give too yourself. You refused to hang upon the exhortation of others but raised yourself like a mother in a hidden...

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Who can view me behind the fence ferrous! Those infiltrating eyes bear me desirous! Unveiling what was previously hidden. Keeping this same watcher has striven. I figure you should say, "What's in plain view!" Penny for your ideas as they decay in a dark row. Truth is a precursor to the hotly slated freedom. The...

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Oh, my soul, During your unbounded traveling through space and time You learned how to bear grief with equanimity For you desired your holy mission to accomplish, Claiming nothing for you but your anonymity! © Demetrios Trifiatis 19 June 2021...

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He built motels across America loving the land so much he could sleep anywhere on her in her cheaply, predictably. Anywhere was home to him. Home was not special but same. Same bars of soap, same color wrappers. Same towels. Same smells almost. Same views. Home across the human spirit of imaginary states. Just outside streets with tree names. And out of this I arrived from love created for each single completed square space spilling forward, motel to motel, born by American Motel...

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Pirate Queen did not appreciate fame. She did not like her notorious name. She wanted to bed Without having wed. These days this was not an accepted game....

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Darkness is a square That captures you in your darkness Darkness adds on and on... And one day reveles into a holy admonition To unfold an epic of ray....

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Proximity To Anonymity We had been floating up the creek; And end of it had started to seek; Probable proximity, Was to anonymity; Disappeared when longer did leak. Jim Horn...

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Ordinarily, a discriminatory guardedness factors large what I air in close confidential quarters within therapist office bare ring pocked marked soul of this feigned cheer full contemplative, introspective, and ruminative despair ring fellow, whose unfettered stream of consciousness (oxbow lakes included) doth endear me, asper when posting private psychological scars fair lee calloused now, during mine placid lake state of being oblivious if online readers scowl and/or glare at how emotional exposure...

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Are you obligated To retain The verses you write, Or do you systematically Release What no longer can survive Unnamed, As they mark the trail Of their exit With letters penned in Judgment That you no longer own, Memory forming An ancient speech pattern Waiting silent and distant For new words to create An even newer anonymity —where truth may be found (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)...

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Dressed to kill down to the heels Locked and loaded with sites on infamy shots fired in the vicinity of destiny todays game, is change my name unleashed and tailor fit for your Identity nice suit but I still resent all the AkA’s Shattered I am and fractured I remain rage, scars and every breathe in between I escaped a dying breed Big...

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watch the crowd...faces without looking at each other’s eyes, as if iodized by the pang of forlorn gasps… nameless, alone, they grip on the hand-rests from a dreary night where roofs of anonymity blind them all empty, empty yet needing any stranger to exchange untold stories with: And...

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Hiding behind dark Ray-Bans frees me so I can be someone other than me.. a voyeur perhaps to see with my vision focused casually lingering leisurely longing, lustfully wandering wherever it is gratifying visually or satisfying my desire to not let you see who I really am....

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Strands of pearls Red lips Gold curls Evergreen eyes She's her disguise...

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