Best Over My Head Poems

Shogi
me?
I can barely play Go Fish

Old Maid is well over my head
Shogi?
I think not

Shogi: Japanese chess
where you get to use your
opponent’s captured army...

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There I am 
In the calm before the storm
I am here to warn you
Because warning always comes before destruction
This is act 1, I'm going AWOL 
I'll be lucky to get out alive at all
And if I die and fall 
How could I remain a surviver...

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My head is so full

Loving you is so hard

Watching you feel

Burns my heart

Thy tender lips

And pale eyes

Taking me along

In your paradise

Events of past

Have bruised my mind

Love for hate

you always render

Wanting to change

Before farewell

I want to surrender...

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A deep hole  fraying at the knot 
Because the hole is in the universe 
Cloudy depth deep over my head
Dying nature in till my world is out of proportion deep over my head
Elevating slipping lower till your covered  deep over my head
Falling through...

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BUT WHAT TYPE OF CHANGE
change
Alteration
Subjugation
Observation 
A constant conflagration
Yet change be triumphant over stagnant stems and stalks of winter wheat made 
rancid
The sacrifice of death is but a fire fueled nightmare hurling spittle at it’s spite
A man such as me who owns no hearth within a...

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He strums guitars over my head
While my cheeks are flushed pink
Like the sheets on my bed
Stolen glances will never come back
The pulse of my body
Screams loudly, “Heart attack!”
Oh, how the pillow hits my skull
Not the other way around
Pain from his voice is dull
No stars, solely...

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You pretend you 
wanted to help me.
Just so you can 
Throw in my face
Everything you did for me.
And try to make yourself 
Look good.
Cause you helped someone.
When you only helped
So you can hold it
Over my head.
The least of your life....

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There is a light
over my head
it follows me
wherever I go,
that light is Jesus.

I know it's there
for I feel His
presence, His
hand covers me,
to protect and
shield me.

Someday I'll reach
glory land, walk
those streets of
gold and sit
down with the
Saints of old
and talk shop
with them,
like I never
did in church.

Listening to...

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