Comfortable Poems - Poems about Comfortable

My heart drumming fast My blood on the freeway  Searching for a place  I'm not sure, it exists.   Not feeling great. Losing patience, not brave  Everyone needs a break  looking for this place . Where can we find it?  Sit calmly  I'll try and let  the meds settle in quickly. Pretending  I'm there  In Comfortable Vill. Our veins are on the freeway  to freedom. Our  blood is  putting pressure on emptying . Never wanting...

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The nights now seem a little colder, Each morn I wake a little older, My view of life keeps getting bleaker, And my will keeps growing weaker. That star has dimmed that used to guide me And helped me when I lost my way, And though there's no one here beside me Somehow I still get through each day. But life is just...

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ChatGPT You said: What type of writing is false ad False Advertising No judgment... My truth… Makeup is to enhance, not to mask or even obliterate the existing canvas… Padded bras and body shapers are body makeup… Plastic surgery is inside out false advertising… Masks represent unease to shame… I know… I used to represent and resemble masks… Comfortable with and...

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They are walking hand in hand and singing a merry little song Their smiles have lit up the place spreading love and warmth all over the human race, the wind is blowing, the trees are singing and good energy is flowing. They made a wish and throw it in the sea and the giant waves wash...

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you were completely comfortable being miserable like pain was a roommate like the yelling was a lullaby like love was supposed to sting, and silence meant everything was fine he broke you in chapters never enough to close the book just enough to fold the page over so he knew where he was up to you wore makeup like armour told yourself “it’s not that bad. he's just...

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Is He crowded out of Christmas By the commerce and the cry Of a thousand advertisers Urging everyone to buy? Do the cards and coloured candles And the clustered fairy-lights Keep the Christ-child in the cradle Of a distant eastern night? Keep the cardboard cut-out manger Keep the shiny tinselled star Keep the neatly-kneeling shepherds And the wise men from afar. Keep the feasting and the...

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plump posh plush puffy pretty, poufy, plaid purple pillows providing cushioned comfort for Cali enthusiastically enjoyed by boyfriends encouraging enlightening enthusiasm for comfort, coziness, and calmness....

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I am comfortable with dogs, because they make me feel safe Three of them guard me, sleeping around my head and hands. My husband is also a comfort; I have known him for sixty-eight years. Since we were four, it would be impossible to be uncomfortable with him. I am a poet, an artist, a writer, a painter and...

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Away from alleys, muggers don sombreros. So sharp, so twisting, they’re like arrows. The target never narrows. Sneaking, dancing through the night, Arrows never cause a fright. They steal every light. Not one is safe; they’re everywhere. Look around for their snare. Don’t say your cross is too much to bear. Are you too blind to see? The answer is in front of me. I will...

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I feel myself trapped in an endless repetition Effortless to rationalize each day away But the sleepless nights bring clarity A hazy clearness in a cold dark room The four walls that comfort me most I imagine they could close in upon me But a day is easy to pass through Time that once was so sacred now in...

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our campsite comforting comfortable companionable, conversational captivating cathartic complete we...

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My Man Cave my shed, All it needs is a bed. Its become my private domain, Where nobody can complain. Its full of tool and all of my fishing gear, There are even some of my comfortable old clothes that I just like to wear. There a comfortable chair, And lots of things I don't like to share. I can simply fiddle about, I...

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Poetry is a seat you struggle to get comfortable in and when you do you change seats. John G. Lawless ©8/14/2023...

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Not too long ago you wore high heels and little else; they were uncomfortable but for the bedroom, were perfect. The hotel was nothing fancy, just the best. We are still alive, perfectly situated now near a...

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Regrets pile up like blown paper against a fence on some abandoned building site that has a sign "Keep Out". Questions are asked why the structure never went ahead, why it barely made it past a hole in the ground or climbed no higher than a course or two of bricks. So many dreams end this way, starved...

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