Anonymously Poems - Poems about Anonymously

When at last we go silent deep within this internet hive, will the delayed surprise travel more or less than a minute or an hour? Did she or he die, or were they always apocryphal names written on dead air? If we ‘pass’ known only to a few who knew our covert compulsion to speak to the invisible, to write to strangers, (a secret...

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Touch me but I feel used. Abused. I’m often confused. I act amused, but it’s a ruse. If the past stays in the past. Why am I still running so fast. And why do I always finish last. Suffering the aftermath. No matter who received who’s wrath. I'm guilt ridden. No matter who was the victim. It’s a sin. All that shouldn’t have been. I’m sorry for...

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It happened back in time, quite a long way, Back in the day, as they today like to say: An era when most donations to yeshivas** **Rabbinical academies, often Didn't require much of a man's pay-- with a...

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It returns to haunt, the dilemma, of disowning the old version of truth; when I was searching the parallelism for the sake of otherness. The unreturning melancholia, brings the surreal intruder, I did not want to entertain. The insane activity of heart wants a sin uncommitted. The flirt eyes like a tulip between your fingers, unrolling the tender petals. Night throws...

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That frankness is rare, It goes away with a name. I wish to write as a soul, And not a body with the worldly load. The energy inside me must shine out, Unaffected by the crowd. Presentation of myself as I am, Without the influence of anyone. Strange are the ways Strange are the reasons For which the society moulds us. Actions are expected without reason. I...

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You want to cover the great distance, between you and lost innocence. The imploded silence will speak of great murders. I was going down- the stairs, to dig out the skeletons- from the latched, oak chest. The empty drawers had the imprints of fallen ancestors. Soon the eyes will swell, with salt of a frozen sea. Satish Verma...

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gunshots, gunshots, gunshots shots fired anonymously into the night Why are so many shots fired in vain anonymously in the night governed by unknown purposes on behalf of opposing ideals engaged in conflict from behind a mask of camouflouged intents through the eyes of unforgivable hate by innocent hands forced to injustly react....

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Beverly is now 20 and an actress known world wide Though she could have been a doctor she chose a different side She could have changed the world but gave up on all her dreams Because she wanted people to love her and improve her self-esteem Now living in a mansion in the 90210 She knew she was better off...

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there behind the mask who she really was came through angel in disguise...

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