Aspired Poems - Poems about Aspired

... When I look in the mirror, I don’t see me; I see who I used to be. A little lost girl who was so abused and so misused, so ashamed of who she was, so helpless and so selfless. Yet somehow, s......

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... Dreams were shattered like glass shards, As innocent lives were pushed into the jaws of death. Some doctors, engineers, accountants, and bards, Extinguished were the candles of their breath. ......

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...Heir on Fire by Michael R. Burch I wanted to be Shelley’s heir, Just fourteen years old, and consumed by desire. Why wouldn’t my Muse play fair? I went to work—pale, laden with care: why wo......

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...Highlight of Goofus and Gallant bred within the survival instinct of hungry hordes of prey, when Earth in the balance against an uncomfortable truth smug smurf like scavengers. Pun......

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...Cold Day and "Bluesky Social"   This morning, pale sunlight entered didn't stay left behind on a cold day in a blank a bedroom that has never seen sexual activity or a hidden ******** under the ......

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...Her sound functioned in the chorus of onlooker in my defeat. Might the Strumb of Kokopelli danced to the songs of Shiva and Bragi. I smiled days later that my retribution might silence the cele......

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...A skeletal smirk at the school door - the greeter-teacher; 50 years later, I feel his gimlet eyes at my back, that leer is now plugged with dirt, yet it can still be traced in the brown water sta......

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...A poet I aspired to be, Yet words that mattered were in opposition with me. A pen I could hold, a book I owned, But the feelings were never my own. A writer's soul is a shattered vase, Tired f......

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... How many grave sites should be prepared for me? Just one. For Robert Johnson, there were three, all in the Mississippi Delta: Morgan City, Quito, and (near) Greenwood. Which is right? Do we KNOW......

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... Extreme cleaning my house is wearing me out, but I’ll get through. There can be no doubt. Straining and scrubbing’s required. Buckets, I’ve perspired. I’m beyond tired. Though ......

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..."The World is smaller because the people are closer," ... by the Poet. There's something singular needs to be said, mind the conduct or stature -- latter's best, the subject at hand ......

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...Strangled into the ropes of death An undeserving figure took the role finely Tears were my favorite pal Scribbling manifested my parallel reality Overthrowing seemed an eminent long journey Warm......

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... Written: February 22, 2024 _______________________________________ Divine dole of daytime, distinct as it came. Fetch forward in finding your felicity flame. A gap in the ......

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... A man of modest mien and means his genius hidden ‘behind-the-scenes’ The Rebbe of Lubavitch in NYC was the address for those who aspired to success For over forty years, ‘til ......

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... Oily sky, weightless portals of slipstream bubbles in a fluid - superhighway of a different means. Effortless, my travel, everywhere at once, like a cat after a string. A sc......

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