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Fenced In Grief
A greasy, thin mop of blazing red fire,
Milky complexion with looks so sickly.
Need of hobbies and human friends so dire.
With head low, he walks with purpose, quickly.

Surly an outcast in society,
To himself he spits out fragments of rage.
“You’re worthless;” words straight from anxiety.
Self-hatred so deep...

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Categories: fenced, depression, grief, hurt, mental
Form: Iambic Pentameter
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fenced in
yellow bitter weed field...
horses graze  ...

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Categories: fenced, animal, nature,
Form: Haiku
Fenced In....
If we have a poor perception of self
wouldn't we also....
have a poor projection of self
would it stand too reason...
poorly combined
would lead us to self deception
while we decieve others into
believing something we don't believe
our negative self.....

If we hate ourself
we'll naturally hate others
even if we try to...

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Categories: fenced, life, people, philosophy, hate,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Red Roses Fenced In Dances
While walking by a fence one day,
I saw some roses start to sway
As summer breezes blew our way
Beneath blue skies without clouds.

The breezes caused red roses to
Dance and curtsy, as dancers do,
Do swings and sways and then do bows
Under summer’s warming sun.

I stood, for some...

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Categories: fenced, roses are red,
Form: Free verse
Fenced Out
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Ivory towers, long corralled and walled
behind an ever present iron fence,
execute the will of an elite called,
gilded they serve and glow with intelligence.

And some beyond the privileged boundaries,
where Nature governs by its cruel whims,
and casts long shadows of vagaries,
not blessed to sing...

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Categories: fenced, song,
Form: Rhyme
Fenced In
Windows that aren’t real windows.
Outside is fake too.
The fence is real though, I tried.
Crayons aren’t sharp.
But maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be.
They turn the phones off at this time.
And force us outdoors.
But it’s just another layer, another layer…
When I’m bored, I shower.
I shower with...

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Categories: fenced, mental illness,
Form: Free verse




Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry