Backs Poems - Poems about Backs

This world can change instantly In a flash-so quickly If our attitudes just turn All around--then we can burn All the bad things into ashes This world knows, as it crashes Into a million broken parts When there is no love in our hearts And our vibes are sending out Lots of hatred that we shout Loudly all across this land We need an angels...

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An invasion of privacy. Oh pardon me, I'm not used to this, sympathy. Most a times, I'm the one to lend a shoulder, nowadays, I'm filled with such ache, refusing to call upon empathy, for I'd rather die deeply, within. I remember seeking advice, from those near me, yet they made matters worse, not able to bear the curse, of my shameful choice. Now I'm left alone, to...

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When MCO is off The pedestrian flow Streaming out of the stations Maybe A sign of prosperity A sign of active politics I can see the backs And the silhouettes of the crowd Moving No doubt They are God's creations But they have different dreams and expectations But they are within the dirty tricks of politicians And anything can happen Now we are facing A poor economy A controversial...

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Pass It On (No Pass-Backs!) A friendship’s here for you (that’s free), so pass it on (no pass-backs), where walls can fall (constricting heart). So pass it on (no pass-backs). My arms? (The warmth of poetry! So pass it on (no pass-backs), that would not mock, support your art!) So pass it on (no pass-backs). Toe my debris that borders...

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H is hero is soft-spoken E mbarassingly shy R eads poetry, that kind of guy O nly whenever a family member I s falsely accused of S omething like telling a lie M an the barricades and prepare to die ...

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by Mark Miller © 03/19/2014 Waiting beside the seaside absent who never arrives after graven payment- Standing by Stan's shadow of ascent looks for loners promise repents, Sullen watch golden sold feelings lost upon darken silhouette in trusted innocence Filling pockets of soothing felon who battles lonesome fear Shadows sun drifts waves bye cold ice through body's prickly pears - Tweekers...

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McGirt and I are all-weather friends. We can finish each other's thoughts. We like to have sleep overs. We include others. We joke a lot. Friends do that. I smile. Friend....

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Taking Coleridge at his word, I hied me to a rural scene To leave behind the madding herd For where Titania reigns the queen. Ah! ‘Tis hard to wax romantic, Though bees hum and boughs do sway, To close the mind to all the frantic Things that jostle us each day. No more the gentle rustic peasant, No more the green wood wild and...

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This world can change instantly In a flash-so quickly If our attitudes just turn All around--then we can burn All the bad things into ashes This world knows, as it crashes Into a million broken parts When there is no love in our hearts And our vibes are sending out Lots of hatred that we shout Loudly all across this land We need an angels...

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But I don't want it back because everything I did remind me of us No takebacks No takebacks No takebacks I rehearse that saying in my head everyday  But most of all Iam learning to walk away from something that was not for me You ask me one day will I every come back The answer is YES in my heart  But now...

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A nesting is but invaded All nestlings abandoned But ‘four’ eggs shelled? Mother bird is gone Many a tuft of feathers Drying in the winds! Broken twigs have bent The nest will sit misshapen Under treed branches above! Mother overhead flees Skyward tweeting call-back cries A hungry snake waits!...

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Blood from blue bullets sours the concrete Black backs are refuge for lead seeking a place to rest Justice was kidnapped by metal shields surrounded in blue No one cares. The value of those black backs are anyone’s guess We protest with violence which leaves our voices silent Images of angry thugs flickers in the eyes of the suppressor Really.....

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i’ve been building a library in the loft where backs of the bound gaze down upon me wondering who will i pursue and fondle through next...

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If your turning backs were bricks to this craving soul And your eyes not meeting my searching little windows Then this bed is a twin to China’s great wall. Enveloped with scorching breeze colossal reaching, unheard touches. Where have all the blazes gone In every skin-to-skin In every passionate skim. Has the apathetic snow wafted the glares?...

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The NHS has plans to save money Which ENT consultants won’t follow They won’t hear of budget cuts They think the plans quite shallow Which have got up there noses And they find them hard to swallow...

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