Best Shrink From Poems

I'm young with no identity,
A faceless boy, alone and shy.
To classmates, a nonentity;
My parents fret and wonder why.

I'm part of the unnoticed pack.
I step aside as others pass.
To be alone, I sit in back
And never volunteer in class.

I cannot dance or speak on stage
And hate...

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From an insufferable, unceasing rain of disappointment,
I try to hide my scars under the cloak of a smile.
Alas, this master of disguise, fools but one.
My dreams are like a reverent prayer
that's lost its relevance to love.
Shrouded in ominous clouds of deception,
I am a refugee of...

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Nocturnal nerds now Priests of Power
Crank out the code grim and dour
Grimace and groan, grind it like stone
O, you miserable dim ones and zeroes

Bite your nails and pull out your hair  
Finish that program ere the sun can stare
At your flushed cheeks and ghastly...

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  I am resigned. 
   I was once full of neoteric life, fresh as morning dew.
  Blank as a hardened sponge waiting for that morning, to 
 soak in all this life. 
I was curious and surprised by the innocence of...

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You were my one and only friend,
In a world that judged, that would not bend.
Others would laugh, would point and sneer,
Not knowing the pain, not knowing the fear. 

They mocked my weight, my body, my face,
But they didn’t see the hurt in its place.
They didn’t...

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When dark, depressing moods consume the joys
     of living, we shrink from the world of men
and act like children with their gloomy toys;
     we recall a time when this has not been.
O Melancholy, how you daunt us...

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ALONE IN WORDS

I cower from the rumbling squall of loneliness 
and shrink from the shards of misdirected words.
The mantle of hope escapes my ambitions, forever silencing my courage.
I am drowning in discontent.


From Brainstorm 10/16/2018
For Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
02/25/2021...

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Belle of the Balls
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My heart skips a beat
Whenever a door slams
My heart skips a beat
Whenever I hear footsteps

Days and nights tensely lived
Not knowing what to think
Locks on doors, windows shut
Living a life in a cringe and a shrink

Shrink from most shadows
Images of the unknown
Freezing, still, in my sleep
Waiting...

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Unquotable quotes: Gals, Dolls, Bitches and Broads – XXXVII

( No aspersions are being cast here, willingly or otherwise, on the fairer, stronger and infinitely more sagacious sex. Even if these over-used words are somewhat overloaded with derogatory connotations, depending on the circumstances, their use here...

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Vampire Poetry

Pale Though Her Eyes
by Michael R. Burch
 
Pale though her eyes,
her lips are scarlet
from drinking of blood,
this child, this harlot
 
born of the night
and her heart, of darkness,
evil incarnate
to dance so reckless,
 
dreaming of blood,
her fangs—white—baring,
revealing her lust,
and her eyes, pale, staring ...
 
Originally...

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This doodling Yankee (boot noah dandy) 
doth newt lack chutzpah, 
tries to finagle Fitbit fitting figurative footwear, 
that ideally Fitzhugh 
like custom made glove snugly, 
terrifically, unequivocally matching, 
thence handily solving Finger hut issue, 
when or if arctic blasts cold 
doggedly enveloped Gaea, 

whence ...

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It's Halloween!
Michael R. Burch

If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;

if shadows fly
moon-sickled skies,
while children toss their heads

uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!

If goblins loom
within the gloom
till playful pups grow terse;

if birds give up their verse
to comfort chicks they nurse,
while children dream weird...

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The spring rain pounds on the roof’s asphalt shingles
washing the maple pollen from porches and cars
just moments ago dusted with puce green.

A tumult of rain twirls the waterwheel 
on the garden’s ornamental mill house,
splashing merrily into an over-flowing pool.
Freshly planted pansies and impatiens 
turn-up their...

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Advent
by
Rick Folker
December, 2017

"... you know the time; it is the hour now for you to awake ... the night is advanced, the day is at hand. Let us throw off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light." Rom. 13:11-13

The light this...

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