Blurred Poems - Poems about Blurred

I still think of that day, rain pitter-pattered gently around us, clouds were the color of gravel. Your smile broke through shadows, and our laughter mingled like gold. Paint splattered against a canvas- that's what we were. Unpredictability. Chaos. Adoration. Does any of it make sense? Does it not make you want to crawl...

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I am not evil, I’m the apple that made Eve ill. A whisper draped in crimson skin, Temptation’s thrill that pulls you in. Consume me, taste the sin Bloom in light, yet drown in shades. Im not evil nor divine, Just a line blurred over time....

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Today I’m thankful for having eyes that left unaided cause my vision to be blurred… No, this statement is not ridiculous, senseless or absurd Because when things all blur together… And I can’t always make out what’s there…. It’s easier within the blur to see beauty everywhere....

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Blurred edges Edges seem blurred.. A short story Seeming to direct Attention to the Appearance of Edges which Divide no more Never did divide......

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The urge to travel, to spread your wings and fly away, never rooted to one spot. never spotted on a route. signpost now defunct, map a feeble pointer, direction only by one’s nose. Intuition in ascendence, as day and night blur anaemic edges. Fleet of foot dream chaser, never-ending sequence, is chaotically just that. Event foreman cast, in a starry-eyed plot, script writer of their own unique journey, stagecoach...

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Antifa stands for nothing other than hatred and making trouble America's vision once again scarred and blurred Are they skinheads, neo-Nazis ~ or I am seeing double...

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Too many listen and give in to domestic terrorism/ Home’s a wreck and terror’s risen for our children/ Most don’t inspect many carry on missing radicalism in their own colosseum/ No call to see ‘em no wall we’ll greet ‘em / I’ll sprawl and take any call to free them from whatever bad man/ From the tales we’re told as...

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Eccentric is not her word Passionate is often heard When she’s feeling absurd She relies on the preferred Her hunger – stirred Remembers The storm, deferred The brilliance of her love, incurred...

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A very old friend said once to me, a lady that can now hardly see; "It's great being blurred because haven't you heard; in the mirror, you're now wrinkle-free!"...

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"A malicious war carried out on the innocent in lies that has disseminated their cities." Quote_by Poet Early dawn while people slept, heavy missiles rocket launched the violent attack came in waves of mass artillery fire. Homes and...

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Blurred in the sight the fragments of light suspended in memory, blurring space and time! Of a faded photograph dreams pressed into the pages of a book called life, tired, worn discarded in the corner. Out of place. I know this coming blur… a book, with well-worn pages like memories left to be revisited In the closing hours of...

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Once, my mind was open to opinion the rhetoric displayed in words that a preacher laid ready, willing to reveal the want and desire of the heart's appeal. Then, my thoughts were more focused on the constancy of purpose the plight of the evolving world the blunt of nature and humanity as it unfurls and the wrath...

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What happens when rotten strange fruit… Hanging from trees of auction block wood Become stinking pieces of black flesh… Dried blood putrefying in murderous streets…? When crystallized tears of remorse…Laden and Loaded with explosive grief…Flow down weary Faces wrinkled by time’s trials, tribulations and Treacherousness and neglect of freedom, justice And equality, all become like inconsequential Sunned raisins and festering sores…? When visions of deferred...

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driving back home to you in late night november rain been thinking of everything we’ve been through you and i our song comes on the radio drowning the hum of wipers against the windshield as rain blurs the fleeting neon lights or is it the memory of you blurring my eyes AP: 2nd place 2021 Posted on May 22, 2021...

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I always thought Doing anything Gives me identity Guess I was wrong Making anyone else Feel the same way I'm a few days Out of hospital Still I can't help myself I just wanna die Afraid to go bed Afraid to get out of bed Afraid to use the bathroom I'm asking for help For just about anything I see only blurred vision Broken down and confused Dying all over again After...

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