Best Deadens Poems

Grey clouds the innocent sky ambushing light turns dark 
stumbling over a tombstone opening up cold graves

When eyes become frozen behind scenes in hidden truth  
as a weight deadens upon the shoulders without hope 

A ghost from past experience consumes the present 
and golden...

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17.	PRAYER FROM WITHIN
Touch my heart where it hurts,
Heal all my emotional wounds and cuts.
Grease my heart with ointment of joy
So potent that no circumstance can destroy.

Touch my soul where it sickens
And my heart where it weakens.
Help me fulfill my purpose in life
And be my power...

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Others, and my children, wanted to understand the meaning of life.
As I’d recently had surgery number 7, yes, gone under the knife.
It’s simple, you see… And it’s not so very hard to believe… 
I once met God and understand, what for some, is hard to...

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Down with pessimism
  Drown not in negativism
Beware of escapism
  Steer clear of cynicism

Keep far from fanaticism
  It only invites antagonism
Too lonely is monasticism
  Too stifling, collectivism

Failure dogs perfectionism
  Emptiness mars materialism
Insularity deadens catechism
  Stoicism breeds fatalism...

True, this poem is...

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I gaze out of my window and I see
Like shredded wings of angels in distress
The snow is falling, in enormous flakes!
An hour of gentle snow is all it takes
To clothe my garden in her wedding dress.

I love the snow when it is deep and fresh!
It...

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VIII

In the minds fixed eye I see five newly discovered graves,              
Headless lions sat atop an impregnable "Triumphal Gate";         
And guileful Cassandra, she laid...

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Egotism is the anesthetic that deadens the pains of stupidity

   It lowers the shield that lets one think they have complete validity...

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Everyone, from children to grownups, 
carry the world in their hands, they see the past 
and the future simply by the move of their thumbs and fingers; 
from their very spot they fly in the air hanging onto the mixture of 
illusion and reality. 

The...

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Slow drawn, steeping tea bags, in an etched glass pitcher,
Lazily infuse its Oriental musk into the sun warmed brew.
 My ice crackles along with the thunder over the great Mississippi
As the ewers’ spout releases the torrents of Southern comfort 
Into the tall, foggy, frost laden...

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Tanka 12
	
	
	dark skies fuel  
	my melancholy mood 
	winter’s cold rain  
	dampens down my writing mind
	deadens my ways with words...

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Submitted for Jealousy contest

 feelings, green, heart, heartbroken, jealousy, passion
A string of dodoitsu poetry on jealousy

Jealousy soars a sour note 
Deadens all perceptions true
Carries emptiness inside
 A  broken heart ruled!

Tears sting and run like rivers
When jealous acts take over 
To one's inefficiencies 
Envied mistrust...

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Grey clouds the innocent sky ambushing light turns dark 
stumbling over a tombstone opening up cold graves

When eyes become frozen behind scenes in hidden truth  
as a weight deadens upon the shoulders without hope 

A ghost from past experience consumes the present 
and golden...

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My car, my crappy house, the job I loathe
and clothes I wear, the girl I say I love
and rarely really speak to; fitted glove
that deadens all my senses, all I loathe
and praise at once is part of living, most
of all my woman, jailer, savior, saint.
I...

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I.

What a darkness it is,
that as the planets rotate miracles
with cosmic power bestowed,
The Fall of Lightbringer
deadens the bleeding branches in Spring
as a requiem masked by your skin
paints onto the sun in a cloudless sky
The Stranger.

II.

What a darkness it is
when laughter lark detonates atom bombs in...

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I awaken well before dawn has thought of yawns
It is quiet then, and quite eerie in a way.
The peace deadens distractions, death-hour mourns.
The mind awakens refreshed, sparked by noir cafe.
Contemplation peaks then, and declines throughout the day.

There is no rush to milk the cows or...

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