Best Repressed Poems

There is an abysmal void in the hollow of my breast
where once my heart pulsed, now weak and weary.
I cannot quell emotions your death has...

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No one understands the reason for living,
many prefer to receive without giving.
In a world full of selfish behaviour,
solitude has become my silent saviour.

Instruments are repressed...

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"Scratch, Quills of God". Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Rhymes scream like cats and wriggle out of
my arms. Words hide and sick. The stanza’s end
comes to dead-end…...

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Though unconscious we are born
In pains we live, we fade, we die
But life like river flows on
Quickly and slowly we pass bye

The wave, the tide
They...

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If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me,...

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The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind
slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined
at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) 
sometimes...

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Would you crusade to remote regions
in search of that timeless tomb, the one made of seasalt & sandstone,
to towns tempered by the terror of war,...

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In our lives, we’ve been rendered feelings
in varying degrees of happiness -
prickles of gladness 
derived from such events as those 
of tasting victory,
of making someone...

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I no longer love country music
Or Afton, Wyoming just to be the girl
In someone's non-existent dreams
Indulging in a glass of wine
Isn't a thinking session of
Second...

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If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see?
would I see a portrait of a person who walks in...

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A quivering heart beats deep in my chest
I have a soul that will not rest
Until I save my damsel distressed
From the life that holds her...

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I loved sailing upon the blue sea, and I was never too far from it,
As one who knows sweet cravings, is seldom far from chocolates.

In...

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You always say hurtful things,
acting like a soul possessed.
And tend to resurrect fears
that time long ago repressed.

You can't relate to pity,
for bullies exploit the meek.
And...

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I write about the things I know,
The things that give me pleasure.
I write about the things I love,
About the things I treasure.

I write about what...

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Sodden dripped of midnight words
A slurred plight 
Perhaps of tonight
Broken in the sobering dawn
In this smoky staleness
We meet in false courage
Eluding the touch 
The tenderness...

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