Are Poems - Poems about Are

Hyperbole hubris Venal penal Avarice abyss Bucolic tonic? Ironic…sardonic Or Vitriolic bliss mate! Mendacious salacious Algorithm schism Audacious outrageous Vicarious or nefarious Whatever geography Clever hagiography Moderate.. no berate Generate..venerate hate Casting various sordid spells Schadenfreude morbid void Everlasting..well..it sells well (swell) But Despotism urges Nepotism Surges of Plutocracy Merges with scourges of Kleptocracy Purges meritocracy...dirges of Democracy So Resist narcissists trysts Reminisces.. enlighten..persists Sagacious benevolent gracious times Redolent without malicious vicious Murky mucky malevolent mists...

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We are witnesses to the final act of a mad and incendiary project, an experiment of a world bound by invisible and shining wires, the reckless belief that we can always be connected, always alight, that electric power, like a river of light, can flow unceasingly for eight billion souls dreaming under the same dark sky. I imagine how each...

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The sky was gray, the trees were bare, I walked alone through halls of glare, Where whispered words like nettles grew, And silence had a sharper hue. They jeered and laughed with hollow pride, But none could see the tears I’d hide— A quiet soul with hands held tight, Afraid to speak, afraid to fight. But stars are born in darkest skies, And truth...

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O God of blistered stars and silence, I crawl to You with blood beneath my nails— Not theirs, my own. I tore at shame like bark from skin, But it rooted deeper still. Do You see me now? A cathedral of cracked marrow, Where hallelujahs rot before they bloom— I cannot pray without trembling. The night — I dare not name it — Stitched its...

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You are grounded Here on holy ground The leaves of the trees Are floating in the water Because there are trees Near the lake that my Father Made with his holy hands Many years ago And also the birds are now resting on the trees Branch I spend the morning here on the lake First thing in the morning And there are nobody else At this time of...

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2024.5.24 at 16:43:00 You installed Conversation Apps, Gjim. "Have you read my previous message yet? One way trafficker." The user name was "S... & L......". test. shonky shifty dodgy bloody crappy ty shonky. heeeeheeee x2 blah blah blah blah blah blah 2024.5.27@10:25:00 Good morning Luckier 24.5.27@12:41:00 Invaded?? i went past and...

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We clap and cheer when they speak well phrases that please that cast a spell. But behind the brilliance are borrowed lines they read poets study the rhymes. Our leaders rhyme not truth but lies with practiced timing and careful guise. They stir the crowd with crafted speech not to uplift but to mislead. And yet if words can sway the hearts of men then write your truth and write again....

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Clouds often go unnoticed, but they are so much like us, soft and distant travelers, floating through a sky full of unknown thoughts, meeting like strangers, carried by the same wind of chance, staying for a while, then quietly parting, without promises or storms. They do not ask the sky to stop, nor beg the sun to linger longer, even...

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What purpose does it serve to negate light, given that upon death we must return, restored as our Self, dancing in delight, healed from bleeding wounds that in life did burn? Descent and ascent is God’s plan divine, where our soul’s tempered in the sacred fire, love enabled when we choose to align, ego consigned to the funeral pyre. Barren is awareness bereft...

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My mother's hands are dove wings, gently caressing my cheek, "My beautiful girl," she whispers, and her words peel off me like dead skin, How dare she love this shell, this body that bears the burden of shadows? How dare she kneel in my ruins, planting flowers where only thorns can grow? I wish to open my ribs, to...

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Here we are again, on paths of time where thoughts flow like water under the sky of longing, it's absurd, I know, but I carry within me a joy that grows like a flower in a field, it's not an explosion, but a warmth like a hearth that heats the frosty night, I have no faith to light...

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a cool, refreshing summer breeze you are your smile is like the fresh breath of nature quiets thoughts of you so near even when you are so far alleviates the feelings of my wanting to meet the maker your skin against mine is like a smooth motion massage the warm rhythms of your touch relaxes my mental totally eliminated is my...

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What are the clouds sitting on? Carved castles Powerful shapes and delicate dollops But clouds are flat on the bottom. The clouds are flat on the bottom. They are like my great, great, great wrinkly old aunt Mildred. They must be sitting On an invisible something. A divide in atmospheric pressure? A mile-high, sky-top of our own human smog? Or the wall that the dragons...

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The truth is that we are always children, lost in the labyrinth of time with maps drawn from the dreams of the night, Children with scraped knees from life's falls, with veins like the roots of ancient trees piercing the earth, Our scars are medals of survival, and age spots are constellations drawn on skin stretched like...

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They told us silence was golden but we learned it was a cage. Now, the locks are rusted open and we are stepping on the stage. No more whispers in the margins no more shrinking to fit the room. We speak in every shade and story our words like seeds that bloom. We are not echoes of one another we are a rising storm,...

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