Bent Poems - Poems about Bent

Bent in front of Him,bow down If not bent for Him then for whom you? Who lays in milk-sea with sneak-crown, With four-arms ,yellow -dressed in dew. In one arm He has the knowledge book In second He has his unique arm, Third and fourth lotus and weapon took, I prayer to Him to end woes and harm. Being mindless I prayer...

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Under the fortune of a bent life, I was comforted by the love of many women, waves of silk that soothed my soul, Delicate fingers twisting through my hair like the wind through autumn leaves, Warm arms like cloaks of light, shielding me from the cold of loneliness, Shoes carelessly tossed on the carpet of time, like dreams...

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I'm in fine form on this sunny afternoon Feel like frolicking like a silly baboon What's strange about that Quite normal for this brat Brought into this world with a bent silver spoon ...

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We love to hear an echo, resounding and abounding, reverberating our words off walls and harbingers, replaying and soothsaying our views and opinions. We seek the places and spaces, and company within earshot of what we want to hear, filtered in subtle ways to sound like something new and fresh repeated over and over again, rejigged and re-rigged. 'Coo-ee', 'coo-ee' we cry! Is...

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In nature, being adroit and straight is rare, It's curves and bends that fill the air. See rivers that twist, Trees bent to resist, For strength lies in being bent, not straight....

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A BENT REVIEW: INSURRECTION Had rent on the coin of their mind Played them well to toil their mind Would've hid'n a nut so was it bent ? Could've sold them a remedy for their ment' Just got told was not all they meant Mette parsin ordered a weight To mete out a shilling that fuels At the plunge of...

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Bent knees if you please! They've always been this way. No doubt about it, I stagger along like a sailor in a storm! Far be it from me, I live too far from the sea. So, I have bent knees, The children do tease. I shiver and shake, Too much teasing, I can't take! I can get from point A to B, Without anyone teasing me! Finding...

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Running out of time to act, flashes in the mind. Running out of everything, too late to hit rewind. Wake and take a hammer to it, crush it to the bone. Pulverize what’s left of it, make sure all life is gone. Disregard the letters in the alphabet arranged, set to spell the answers out cuz no one wants the plain. Go on, drink the poison down. Taste...

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~Silence that dank isolation cold and wandering dog restless lurks a slow and sullen trod through mad emptiness drunken nooks of unreachable sorrow soften ~The assault fettered leeward dissolve concreate and mortar strewn the bent and barren seed of brutish man mind molded media mad blood screen lust swiping portraits...

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In dreams, I’m where the music plays. I’m listening to the laughter, like it’s in another room. My drink is dark, bitter and oaky tasting and the peanuts taste like soap. There aren’t any napkins. Others are lines of light and shadow. I feel an anxiety that I gnaw on, like a dog works a bone. My dream’s conflating memories. Suddenly Lisa’s there, she...

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Your version of sober is not mine, I do not blame you I blame culture; Wasted words you will not remember, probably better to stay silent; For me an unaltered state is fine, that’s not for everyone I am sure; I’d rather not end up hung over I would like to talk about time spent; You are claiming clean on that bender, my...

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Bent askew, with shadow straight as a die reflecting my every move and mood I dwelt upon the hidden grace of being bent. For curved things are strangely stronger than straight things, so rare in nature. So prone to shatter to pick-up-sticks, straight bits when compliant and inflexible. Fearing the wind will turn you into a statue if you flap, furl, curl and...

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. She never looked mine saddest write Eight yellow Blooming roses Regular roasted coffee With irish cream ...

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It's funny the simple pleasures recounted in life all manner of wonders reminisced I'll miss most.. though list grows shorter with each passing day thoughts align in proper time as desires sway storm bent trees, sunsets, a child's laughter, and chicken salad on toast. To be true others may find want of finer things....

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moved around so fast outran traces of my past contacts I'd amassed with little hesitation lost sight of situation not stabilizing life without compromising 'til next uprising left holding tight to what was searching out the next just cause tangled up in lies slim prospects can agonize tear through the disguise certainly no going back when all planning goes off-track some beliefs abide because of truths which they hide past acts they've...

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