Blacking Poems - Poems about Blacking

...Passions portrait does dark in your eyes when you can't separate the pupil from the light there's dark in your eyes when you see nothing but Darkness plates this dark in your eyes when they're blacki......

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...finally out at last... spent seven 'daze' in the hospital... was blacking out collapsing in a haze... an 'imp' proved to be bacterial... noticeably better now glad to be back... stan lee ......

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... The leaden gray blacking clouds Open up and drops me upon the earth. I fill the lakes and make the rivers run. I fall into the hustle and bustle of crowds As they huddle under their umbrella......

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... From strange elixir of mind a form walks in forming strange lines, in a poem of a chant of a spell, encantrain echoes it's well. Where roses bloom, dead and spirits recite their bleed of......

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...When is the totality, for the city shake of shoulders— meant to pick a tulip from its smile? The moment she's pulled from her planet reveries— she writhes and slowly droops, her face, a b......

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...Would you still love me if I never tore you apart Took off your face paint Got under your skin Looked behind those hazel eyes Put you back together again better than before say you didn’......

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...Dark though inside stars can keep you warm But like arias— never stepping chase This solo softens when distance far For blacking out slowly— memory's sake. I see you so beautiful in gray. And I'......

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...Oliver Twist Great Expectations A Christmas Carol author Charles Dickens worked in a boot-blacking factory at age twelve after father was sent to debtor’s prison campaigned vigorously for child......

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...When the panic attacks first started, I brushed them off. At first, I would feel shocked and surprised by them. But surprisingly able to stand after. And even run out of my car so I’m not la......

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...August 13th, 2021 – twenty two years since... Wicked bad designed day poem originally crafted then alternately titled for no particular rhyme nor reason: courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey who co......

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...Like the siren’s song, You are drawing me in Spinning your webs of Intoxicating tendrils that Caress at first, holding you close, Whispering in your ear, “We will be together forever.” Drunk ......

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...Your passive aggressive pity party is blacking out your potential.......

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...Empty bottles scattered across the linoleum floor Just like the futile coke bags floating in your toilet bowl Both still congested with the lost memories that occurred last night Blacking out unde......

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...(alternately titled: courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia August thirteenth nineteen hundred and ninety nine forever etched in annals of my personal infamy as one......

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...Should tardy relief take full years more To grace fallen visages with angst taut, Let kind nature her multiplied joys hone, And gild final grins past art's fickle fault. May saddest souls tha......

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