Captioned Poems - Poems about Captioned

..."Our nation needs to prosper, "Our people deserve to thrive, "But the old ways do not foster, "The betterment for which we strive!" These words erupt at every campaign And that part, at least,......

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...growing on stalks that become brittle holding form right up until disintegration effort made to square everything up make sense of it through staring eyes stopping only when Hypnos ......

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...Maybe a day will come, and it breaks my heart, That the white coated men, will tell my mom we're apart, That they tried their best, but it wasn't enough, And now, I'm gone, in a world so tough. ......

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...Maybe a day will come That momma will be told By the white coated men We tried our best but failed And on that day You'll call and I won't answer You'll text but there'll be no reply Then you......

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...Most of my Lix spittle + four additional anniversaries since exiting birth canal as full term newborn re: minimally viable existence post doc severance umbilical cord, nevertheless yours tr......

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...Life of lifelong dance— Of rainbow shades and fragrance, And with bees romance, Flowers, I envy How ye manage this, tell me, Asked a man in trance, Yours too, Butterfly, And O Honey-bearin......

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...Braving the cold air For the moment it takes To stroll to the end of my driveway Wearing but a wool sweater I bow To the mid-afternoon Picking up A popsicle of morning bound newspaper Str......

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...State of perception placates sun or moon incubi or mindful art dreamlike lays or lucidity a place of rest where we are restless turning in and tuning out body's give but souls sti......

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...Transformer-changeling, liquid currency of purchasing. Themes Selling us your wares as we wade in your maelstrom pool. Accentuating my cares. Dreams. Weave for me-from your electric spool. Y......

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...My Death might be some beautiful evening of 8th January , 2018 whence I will have heart brimming of contentment and a tummy brimming of snacks . My death might be bed time stories to your young mat......

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...any fool can be a philosopher and it's not that big a deal to be an Oracle either we all notice more than we let on so much is kept from us to lessen disruption is the scam while time disrupts ......

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...Mire voices echoing in my head Am I dreaming instead? Yet I feel I am being talked to It’s every day living through and through Yet I don’t seem to have still a clue Perhaps a method of inspirat......

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...I feel I can no longer write anymore It seems readers would rather ignore than explore Writing is a commitment I chose to do But as of now I am simply through I write so others can enjoy It’s no......

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...View so clear from a very distant perspective Inclinations and angles wonderfully captioned and analyzed Sight alone isn’t sufficient. This is coming straight from the mind <>...

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...A barren paradise Paper parachutes Bleed, I before we Except after deaths String of light suctions Screams captioned Vocalizing muffles Fleas flee Parasites sight Leaches beseech Conve......

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