Bangs Poems - Poems about Bangs

She smiles like a mission statement— all vision boards and decaf compassion. Says she’s rooting for you, then plants rumors like heirloom tomatoes: carefully spaced, watered just enough to grow wild in someone else’s yard. You know the type. Squeals I'd never right before she does— but soft, with mittens on. The kind of sabotage that leaves no fingerprints, just your name smudged under a headline she pretends not...

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The atmosphere was alive and palpable, surreal really as the aegean blue of electrons after a summer downpour, where the crickets take a short reprieve to zen the petrichor. The little company looked one to another, spellbound by the new revelations. "Hillary and the...

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The mirrored door of our medicine cabinet came off its hinges today. You were searching for the waterproof band-aids you made me buy because every time you have a cut you wash your hands thrice as much. You said it was wasteful to change your band-aid nine times a day. The mirror crashed, sending your image...

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Tiny hairs on the porcelain sink– Ants on honeydew...

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Quarks, bosons and gluons Atom-smashers collide with a pop Temperatures over 4 trillion degrees ~ 'Big Bangs' leak into a mop...

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I Think of a huge pond or lake. It's been raining. While ripples fall and send their concentric circles further and further, you no longer see individual ripples and circles. Although it's now a confusing criss-cross of space and time, you can track back to the individual raindrop that started each ripple - backwards in time....

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They are on the final stage Of being in their Nascar cage Soon they will leave the Daytona sun And under the lights this car racing contest will be done After putting up with the rain It is time to deal with the pit crew game Check the gas and the glass Along with the...

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BANGS dyed-up bangs over my face like prison bars fine, without fizz i need a facelift tiger’s eyes, striated, squinches the familiar room seems faceless dim the din of one trapped guilty of nothingness a pin drops no one hears in the dark grass 9/5/2018...

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Finally, my way is clear I can see the the beauty in all Things others don't notice Or dismiss, as insignificant, small The sound of water flowing The smell of crisp clean air Inundates my being With what all living things share I let go of all my fears And open my eyes Only to see stupid bangs Hiding the revelation that cries .................to be KNOWN Fighting against...

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I stay in my own lane, steering dry of the train, Don't care about the fame, Just trying to make a name, So when the gun bangs, who lies in the aim? who dies when it flames Two lives in the drain, Who dies from the pain, Who cries from the gang Who lies when detained Who says they were framed from blowing out his brains He's dead! They exclaimed Tears flowing from...

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Anxiety Bangs At My Skull  Written by D. W. Breidenthal  Oh,  have  mercy  on my soul  oooh... x3 Can  you  hear  me x4 You make me  literally  fly sky high  The sky's The limit - let's spread  Our velvet wings  & reach to the  Deep, deep  Universe Sometimes, I just have The urge To fly...to fly  and slowly, But surely...die  The roof's Above our heads  - but let's break that Barrier and Break  free  from  the  world's Misery  Oh,  have  mercy  on my soul  oooh... x3 Can  you  hear  me x4 I'll drink in your curse  Oh,  have  mercy  on my soul  oooh... x3 Can  you  hear  me x4 Anxiety Bangs At  My  Skull  Now.......... I fly... I...

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