Best See The Glass As Half Empty Poems

My glass life half empty,
Never like you or them,
Catalyzed by forsaken neglect,
Abandoned with the breeze,
Catapulted into your world of torment,
Sparkling spirit lost its glimmer, 
Ebbing amidst flawed philosophies, 
Breathing cynicism into existence.
Save me from this despondency,
And soothe my demons,
Requisitioning the essence of 
My everything,
Pilfering what...

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The glass was half empty until he smashed it on the room divider

		Tequila Sunrise on the wall

Shattered the pieces lay on the ground when he walked on his shards

		Barefoot floored surrender

A bitter taste of guilt as he wretched his way to the bathroom sink

		Unplugged mosaic...

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If the glass is half empty
let it overflow into a cup
If your down and out
just jump right up
If your feeling mighty blue
remember that puppies always love you

Happy fool, happy fool
life is at an ease
Happy fool, happy fool
doing what you please
For if you desire only to...

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Half Empty, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

To describe oneself, what question must be asked?
One driven by reality?
Philosophy?
To speak of the physical beauty that resembles humble being
“Beauty is where you find it” sings Madonna
Should I bomb descriptive words which stop at physical characteristics?
For while my cup is...

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Insomniac attack is back or Animalistical (I'm not even sure that is a real word but F.I.(that is an anachronism that means fudge it( unless you’re an adult then you know which word fudge is replacing(or a poor kid raised in the wrong environment in...

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At nights when they stumble back to there corners of the world I
sit keeping the neon cast shadows company.
Old dust covred piano plays to a concert of empty stools and 
a old ghost or two.

The music fades like a smoke ring to vanish where none...

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Take a glass and fill it half full of water.
We have often heard by some the glass is half full,
by others the glass is half empty.
Now which is it half full or half empty?
It is both,
it is how you look at it.
Now that the world...

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Washing and drying
Folding and clothing
Scooping and dumping
Hustling and bustling.

I follow my routine
Each tuesday, thursday and friday
Getting all the chores done
On rare occassion one is saved for tomorrow.

Yet, your never satisfied
You try to throw off my pattern
Adding new things that don't swing
While you make empty threats
That...

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It was anticipation that brought hope,
             it was love’s  s e n s a t i o n  that helped me COPE-
    Her glass always half empty, mine...

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"The streams are my veins." 


Can you hear the drum beats of fear as do I?
Does the mere sound of these fears make you want to CRY?
You don't want to believe it, and hope it's all a 'Big LIE'.
Whether true or false, it's best to...

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He got lost in the maze of his own past
He stands after an indescribable adventure
Massive man, a storyteller, with tales to share
His tone is realistic, and his words scatter
Fear His memories ring real to youthful ears

It's a peaceful fresh day outside
On a majestic high hill...

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Happy is all about attitude, my friend
You can choose to be happy or sad
The glass is half empty or maybe half full
It's your choice to be grumpy or glad

It's all up to you and the mood that you're in
Can determine the way things will go
If...

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The Rain drop on the glass
seems to slow as it gets fast
as it pours through my soul
my body begins to feel cold

Half empty , Half full
Which one could I be
to find this answer out
look deep inside of me
on this journey to my soul
you will finally...

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What I see behind these

Tears inside my eyes

Love finds me in hiding

I can’t escape if I tried

From the end to see then

The way you treated me

Your  friends say you need him

To be the way you use to be

 
I’m looking from a glass half...

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Can you believe I’m only sixteen
Seeing the world so black and white
You ask what could I have seen?
Nothing. Just an endless night

That glass is half empty
That flower is wilting
There is death aplenty
And I’m just starting

There isn’t comfort in life
I’m a realist
Find peace quicker with a...

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