Became Poems - Poems about Became

When did my life transition? From living my dreams To just existing As a perishable being? Was it then, When I stopped trusting people? Or, Distanced myself from the loved ones? Or, Let the toxic people decide for my life choices? Or, When I build on others' false hopes and promises? When was my life reduced, To mere existing? Was it then, When I gave up on friends? Or, When a best...

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When grief became a shadow It felt as if nothing else mattered Like a sudden darkness Raining down upon us Like sucking the light from our eyes Like a wound opened multiple times It follows you like a stalker Creepily walking behind you Keeping an eye on your every moment And when you think you outsmarted it When you take a deep breath...

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Q Did Lucifer, who became Satan, want to usurp God or become equal to Him? A Lucifer, knew that he could not take God's place, which is why he stated, "I will be like the most High." Q So, did Lucifer want the heavenly hosts to worship him, along with...

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Our pleasure is political Our presence anarchy Our smile a rebellion Our hair A revolution Our blood our fire Our blackness A force to be reckoned with Our joy to them is a declaration of war Our resilience an act of political warfare Our resilience a threat to the system of oppression they built They don't like when we take...

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“The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always asked to do things and you are not yet decrepit enough to turn them down.” T. S. Eliot He travelled miles to see the house in which he was born. The journey and what he found, had made him most forlorn. The laughter that would echo down...

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Share your empathy of unbridled dreamlands my dear friend and help me heal my abandoned, decrepit heart with its peeling, dangling memories in my troubled mind Give me faith for shattered wishes lead me to meadows of pulsating heartbeats so I may rest my battered spirit in the sun's gentle glow to...

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He took an oath beneath the chandelier palace, tongue lapping at furtive moth wings. A crown of collectible bottle caps balanced on his warty brow. Lilith bowed as he passed, her petals muttering oaths. Tadpoles formed a scepter’s ascendency, guiding his webbed ascent. In the court of cattails and reeds, he declared dominion over ripples. Bullfrogs drummed a royal cadence, while dragonflies danced in tribute. But power...

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When the poem became tears As the ink drips, I have become an emotional basket case. My keyboard squeals, as the businessman's anxiety climbs At the sound of the opening bells, Tariff wars targeting the poor, Evil Eyes merges with the Texas Tycoons What is the poor trader's offense? Going once, going twice, To be poor is to be...

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What I Became In school I liked: physical geography, American History and biology. I hated: chemistry, physics and geometry. So, I became a pharmacist ...

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Hither all her desires, thither my fires, Balancing both, burden became my life. In hope of love I walked with wilderness, Breathe in, breathe out, mundane became my life. For an excuse to smile, I just shed tears, Crematorium’s cauldron became my life. You came to my world, to a wrong address, To blessings beholden became my life. Flowers vie with thorns...

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NOTHING SPECIAL ACTUALLY HOW I BECAME AN ENEMY OF THE GD GANGS IN WISCONSIN THROUGH NUMBEROUS THREATS BULLYING TARGETING MY KIDS I REPORTED TO THE GANG TASKFORCE THST THE GANGS WERE INTIMIDATING MY CHILDREN TRYING TO INTIMIDATE INTO INITIATIONS TO FORCE THEM INTO COMMITING CRIMES I WAS SUFFERING SO BAD TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY THERAPIST DROVE...

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For my handler’s special agent Leroy Heimbach special agent Kevin Dreary special agent Paula Brand special agent Alan King how I became a causality of wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs for the justice department here in America being exposed after arson murder of 8 tailor shop Christmas Day 1984 finally victim 9 1998...

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Just fresh out of one of our drinking bars, I looked up to the sky and saw some stars, Drunkenness whispered to me t'was midday, Why will stars be on the sky that's that grey? So I asked my friend who was as well drunk, "Ol' boy! What's that in the sky, you drunk crunk? He muttered what beer brewed into...

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I woke and found the world was wide, The sky a deeper shade of blue, The winds that whispered by my side Spoke truths I long but never knew. The burdens of my heart grew light, For I had learned to let them go, And in the tender morning light My soul began at last to grow. I saw the sorrow in each...

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