Best Deprivation Poems

Deprived of a relationship, 
When i just so needed one, 
A social worker relationship, 
Holding no bar, mind or gun.

Having nobody to talk to, 
Is not very nice, not right, 
When people matter to you, 
And god is their height. 

Not understanding reason, 
Sat within...

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the

foot lights

in blackout...

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Blank thoughts...
dead like sardines
in a  can  I bought at  Cosco's,   
deprive me of freedom's
sweet words!...

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The lighting, it was over-bright
Sleep, now a luxury deprived
For here there is no day or night
The lighting, it was over-bright.
Lethargy saps the will to fight
How long can he retain his mind?
The lighting it was over-bright
Sleep now a luxury deprived....

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Life,
is not fair
or maybe it's
death

Deprivation
from ones we love
sorrow is it's
present

Sickness
in our minds
our bodies not in good
health

Bothersome
are the days
but the memories serve us 
pleasant

Unsafe
thoughts cross the brain
by knowing you those thoughts are 
Stealth

Conviction
painful with you gone
remembrance is the
penchant...

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Principled or vile, honorable or depraved,
we all view the same stars,
suffer the same dread.
The richest minds among us were
all once bedwetters.

The puerile erect walls like Trump’s fortification,
they imagine iron and concrete impervious to the
ghosts of culture and language,
never recognizing the absurd futility,
never once realizing their...

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I've been awake for hours,
and all through the night,
I could not imagine morning,
the day as it turned out to be,
so hard to grasp, in truth, lies,
imagination, the copied moments 
seemed so real... like life, with men
walking down the subway platform,
shivering like ghosts, 
in formulaic pale,...

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Such an out languish word, LOVE used freely and giving; misinterpretations of something that can be beautiful.  We all look for things, deep down it’s what we want, when we know it’s nothing but the dreams that plays in our heads; when your left...

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In the terrane of deplorable deprivation manifested 
in the wasteland of wretched desertion,
the obscure tufts of the subdued slender grass 
struggle to rise through the cleavage of stony destiny.
The frail faces shaping the artifacts of spiteful fate, 
flicker with the fading smile of residual innocence,
borrowed...

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How can I sleep when my thoughts are racing?
Going round and round, my mind is pacing.

All these bad dreams they keep me awake,
They seem so real but I know they're fake.

Truthfully, when I'm there lonely at night
My feelings reach a complete new height.

Late at night...

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Deprived of sleep most every night
Always looking like a fright
Bags under my tired eyes
No matter how much I  try
The sandman won't hear my plea
Begging him to get some sleep
Sprinkling his magic dust
Over me so I can just
Snore all through the darkened night
Not waking till...

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Some one must have traduced the media
Sucked the oxygen from the room like thieves
Stolen along with logic and what is breathable
Available to the enemy of the state's hyenas

Some heinous fiend absconded in the crime
With their debate and valuable broadcast time
Odious, odorless, right there on color...

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Here I sit yet one more night,
playing solitaire while sleep takes flight !
I was weary as I climbed in bed,
fluffed my pillow and laid down my head.
I closed my eyes and said a prayer;
a good night's rest has become so rare !
Sometimes my mind won't...

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There are terms humanity uses, phrases words appear."
To communicate emotions, in aim of clarity, or  to help
Verbally in communicating our anxiety, or sense of honour
Even anger, love or fear.' Some terms are formed generically.' Yet others are forged and planned.' To strike
At the spirit,...

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If we knew in advance that all daughters and sons
keep us up every night: yours and mine — everyone’s
(teething, peeing and screaming,
yet so INNOCENT-seeming),
we’d be living in convents like well-rested nuns....

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