Best Detached Poems

a crow flies upwards

leaving its forlorn shadow

 stranded on the ground...

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And the gorgeous flower feels so very
Detached
Thus missing from its own environment
Leaning
Towards the edge of the known universe
Lost
Within its own self, greatly expressing
Life
Coming out of its many pores it has
Detached
Flower leaves the confines of the garden
Leaving
Any answers back at its old home place…

Russell Sivey...

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Similar in appearance crafted from one suture
but different in ambition, creating more than one puncture.

Two independent rays coming from one beam
similar in phenotype and morphology but rarely in dream.

Choosing the right path induces double blessings
going the other way can be so depressing.

Instance of sisters facing...

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Decisions and opportunities
a view of life in flux
but too pragmatic, too understated
not quite capturing the
subtlety and ignobility
of created existence
for in the indecision
one faces the kind of fleeting
knowledge that can only be
described as a lack
and in the opportunity
the appearance of control
has naught but disaster for
a consequence
rather...

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Heavy Heart slow to beat,
As the whispers come hastily,
all but halting cold feet

Only lifetime's distraught, wretched spell shall she speak,
steadfast cries in the moonlight,
Wolves howl in late heat

Still standing alone,
not one tear shall break under 
this sweet child's face, 
smiling throu cold encumber...

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be ready to die this moment
get prepared to go next minute
set goals to leave the
following hour
detachment
if you are detached you
will be attached too
attachment should not be
possessive
ocean is the mother
of rain
love shouldnt be a bondage...

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Unravelled in conscious decision bend
  So much going on , I have to pretend
    There's no revert no green end 
    ?This will all end 
    ?With no return 
    ?in this...

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USELESS RECIPROCITY 
POISONOUS INSECURITY 
¿ 
YOU KILL ME 
DAY IN AND OUT 

AND BLAME ME 
FILL MY HEAD WITH DOUBTS 
¿ 
SUCUBUS LOVER 
I SEE THE TRUTH 
¿ 
LEAVE ME ALONE 
PSYCHIC VAMPIRE 
YOUR PLAYING ME NO MORE 
¿ 
ALL HOLLOW TO DISCOVER 
WHATS MINE...

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Alone in this world;
Refuse to accept what is;
My chest feels heavy.
Reminded through others lives,
I'll always be; fatherless....

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I'm almost disappointed
when
the pot of tea is
off the stove.

I forgot
her.

She stands next to me,
unconvinced.

I step aside
and let her
weep and wail.

She's here
for a few more days
and I will
figure this out.

She was sick
for years.

2/21/2021
Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 13...

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I wake to the scrape of the kettle on the stove,  
the faint hiss of water finding its boil.  
The day begins not with purpose,  
but with the weightless drift of a leaf  
settling where it may.  

The streets are...

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If I was a house I’d be detached
Secure in my walls, untouched
My roof angled against the rain
My windows, tightly shut, secure
My front garden neat, the back
Garden uncut, scruffy, untidy
My brickwork would be red
My front door council blue
My childhood had yellow doors
We never got the blue...

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What is Truth?
That old unanswered question.
I know when I'm telling a lie though.

I lie not. There I was
minding my own business,
making myself a complimentary cup of coffee
in the hotel lobby when
this man leaves his seat
and stands right next to me, glaring.

"Where is she?"
He wore a...

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In a world that rushes,
we step back,
disengaging from the flow
to observe, to reflect,
often choosing not to engage,
but to understand.

We, the outsiders,
interestingly disinterested,
bring a different lens,
a quiet strength,
contributing in ways unseen,
yet profoundly felt.

For the world needs us,
those who walk alone,
to bridge the gaps,
to offer new perspectives,
to...

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I know all about disapproval and condemnation,
apathy and consternation are the bricks in my wall;
each brick takes me further into isolation,
there are vines that my tears grew and under them for shelter I crawl.
And in safety my predilection and reverence I explore,
encompassed and bound with...

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