Best Decompression Poems

The absence of love plays on my mind,
I search within, but love, I cannot find.

Another wasted day, just frittered away.
Can't bring myself to see, it's...

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I'll never forget the date, the nineteenth of November
It's etched firmly in my mind, and I'll always remember
It was the day that I had my...

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A jump
             into 
       cold water ...

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This is how it starts
the decline of who we are, the decline of something more
the start of wars
Installed in us is confidence
confidence, a blessing or...

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No frills airlines will get your money
My fair means or by foul
This may mean them charging you
If you need a paper towel
Or if decompression occurs
And...

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* This poem was inspired by Alexa Brus and I want to dedicate it to her.  Thank you 
for the inspirational photos, Alexa. ...

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Decompression like amphetamine retrievals,
 you dive into a sacred pool littered with ritual remain.
This is no cancellation of your vows,
 this is no redemption for...

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Going Through

It was a turbulent time;
A time of swinging moods 
Like monkeys on a vine;
Waiting delivered goods.

The shame of frustration
Revealing a basic fault,
Fear! Sustained impatience,
All...

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Buddha teaches the value of meditation
   and that intuition is renown to creation.
      For we are all but...

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Dawn crests the peaks of barren refuse, enthralling masses and demanding rations of passion from muck

Stuck into walls, hanging out halfway, suspended by calls of...

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Trapped in my own recession
I transfer from my aggression
To get out of this oppression
I may need another session
One day I shall get possession
And even get...

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when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual

and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight

Dali’s time piece warps under face value

and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest


beneath...

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Father’s toes are steel-capped,
Rough, worn-out leather, a layer
Of thick polish that cracks 
With each bend, each step.

His feet carry a child’s weight,
A bundle of laughter...

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I hope someday
when I have gone
and you’ve kept on your way
Every once in awhile
those lips wear a smile
for the days we loved away

All of the...

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