Censured Poems - Poems about Censured

...The diaphanous hush whispers of the nightshade, float upon petals red breeze, like the ethereal crypt sigh of a crimson lachrymose fountain vein, fully opening - to release; Here I'm a flock ......

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...The New Tyranny  I had this nagging headache and went to see my doctor, his waiting room was full of humanity with an assortment of illnesses The table in the middle of the floor used to be full......

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... Special Counsel will run the United States? Are they the Puppet-masters or more stooges? Will we see the ones who hate America, first hand? We know Joe will not make it, that Kamala ca......

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...Until this day, your thoughts remain, But are you a hero or a villain? Are you one who laid his life For his people or for his wife? Your death paved for a revolution But was it really t......

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...the joy we sought has been denied to overcome fear let God’s light guide the seat of God is in our heart so that is where our quest should start to tip toe into heart thoughts must reced......

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...We take no prisoners, for if they escape, fears and desires may burrow deep in our mind and then in stupor we will foolishly ape suggestions proffered that grip us in their bind and b......

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..."recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."                        Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge Time rewind, loving touch of my mother Sna......

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...I am the daughter of two hard working parents Both who raised a strong christian daughter who is mixed with a touch of irish and african heritage Who they raised to be proud of being biracial I......

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...New Tyranny The dawn, after the rain had trumpet its force on the old roof tiles it ceased to a soft drizzle harmless and tender. Yes, I know I should get up at seven steeped as I´m a protestan......

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...The dawn, after the rain had trumpet its force on the old roof tiles it ceased to a soft drizzle harmless and tender. Yes, I know I should get up at seven steeped as I´m a protestant work ethic. O......

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...Image of Puzzle Match Missing provided by Pixabay. Poetless II Poetic Form: Couplet Blank pages strewed, across the desk of pains, in a tongue-tied state, censured writer wa......

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...My people are shipwrecks, they have faces long crushed by tanks. Many are landlocked, a few were too oceanic they got broken by dry-docked hearts. Most were blitzed by smokescreens. The trees......

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...Gone are the days where a voice can be heard All messages dissected to find meaning blurred Someone find offense from any word that is said And from that offense Their objective is spread Freedo......

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...I wonder how it will spin? When they tell of that spring. Eyes will meet with a nod and a wink In keeping their lies in sync. Grandkids will tweet About the time in the street When no one ca......

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...When are we going to learn We need to shut our trap What is it with you Your snide tone Your petty remarks Everything we say is ignored Censured or corrected Cause everything we say is wrong ......

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