Comfortably Poems - Poems about Comfortably

today’s August Kansas weather was comfortably cool Sixty-eight degrees is much more palatable than ninety-nine a delightful change after ten days of sweltering, scorching, sizzling hot humid high nineties my dogs and I did not know what to do for a second We usually shut the front door to the heat and tried napping my male dogs began to play and...

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We have evolved to survive not to see what is there. We have developed filters, and only see what we absolutely need to for our own well-being. If, all of a sudden, we saw reality as it is we would probably go extinct, being unprepared, being too specialized, blocking out all else that does not keep us safe inside a narrow spectrum. The reality-video game is designed...

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I imagine relief while feeling comfortably numb... anesthetized courtesy central air analogous to gulping down a tall glass of ice cold water, which equals ultimate thirst quencher, especially for those experiencing onset dehydration, the following poetic opinion/editorial shared by yours truly, a former consumer who quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks found mine once sculpted baby boomer body undergoing gender reorientation,...

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I’m dining with my cousin Giles Who disclosed he’d terrible piles He’s wriggly and twitchy Cos his butt’s so itchy His visage is sad, there’s no smiles He’d tried using soft margarine This process had just made him scream So he did not linger With his index finger But Anusol worked like a dream I said it was my understanding That surgeon ‘s do hemorrhoid...

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It is a young person’s world We are taking up room Saying clever things Being witty for no reason Young people cannot hear us They are too busy living their lives Living their journey, Plotting and planning wonderful things That we dare not think about any more. It is a young person’s world Yet here we are, Laughing and chortling Over stories from the seventies and...

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In my mind I'm falling into a darkening welcoming abyss I'm smiling as I fall knowing there's lives in loving bliss So many moments of my past in contribute they be That decide my tomorrow's to become eternally free Witnessing marvellous moments that my eyes caressed It's just a matter of time when I've reached my quest Memories aplenty caress my...

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ARE YOU SITTING COMFORTABLY Poor Beryl had terrible piles So painful, they stuck out for miles With help from her finger Her piles did not linger Now comfy, she sits there and smiles! N/A In enter your own contest contest Contest finalised on 9/24 A Poem, I Wrote and Sent Drifting - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Broken Wings 09-22-17...

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Beyond the world of reality.. There is an imaginary land of solitude n peace... This land is infertile... It does not cultivate tension..stress...pain..frustration... As this land does not have the minerals of feelings n emotions The climate at this place is very soothing...there is neither the greenery of happiness nor the breeze of care..there neither the raindrops of sorrow nor...

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I am getting to be comfortably numb, And I am not the one on drugs. As I watch those around me get lost in the darkness, Too many for so long—I use to hang on- Not give up and keep fighting for them. As each one falls, my strength weakens. They make their own choices- I can lead, beg and plead— But they...

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Oh now sad frog located on the sandy beach Emotions raging around the body as an Icelandic volcano burning holds in a vice grips deeply Stranded in the cemetery of broken hearts It is as if parts of the heart where torn out shreaded from the body without an anesthesia Deep arrow strikes in Golden Sunshine beams Maybe he worries for...

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Oh now sad frog located on the sandy beach Emotions raging around the body as an Icelandic volcano burning holds in a vice grips deeply Stranded in the cemetery of broken hearts It is as if parts of the heart where torn out shreaded from the body without an anesthesia Deep arrow strikes in Golden Sunshine beams Maybe he worry for...

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A gent from the South Scottish Isles had terribly painful large piles when he tried to sit down he would grimace and frown soft cushions he hoards in big piles! syllable counter used 'how many syllables' 8,8,6,6,8 11~11~ 2014 poem revised for contest 18~11~14 Contest:Limericks Clean and Clever Sponsor: Roy Jerden...

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the needle pushes in her face a kiss and the wall scratches higher naked searching cracks for an exit you scream soldiers planes flash back and forth flying a room fills with angry anxious voices shadows growing tall corpses rise flowers swallow space white crosses over graves praying mantis mothers explode down the endless fluorescent hall your lifted into the long black limo ripping...

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i know what you know i know one of us has to go one of us has to become an ex-resident and that takes precedent we used to be able to calmly speak but your pummelling of my body left me weak restraining orders meant nothing to you so you just kept up doing the horrid things you do well i'm finally rid...

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As I lay here comfortably I’m starting to blind time Cause your feeling flows through mine Kiss me colorfully soft… Can’t escape, butterflies Fly through my stomach til’ I’m intoxicated Singin’ high notes then low…you wrap…so complicated And I love that they relate them Studio flows to the movement of the notes… This far in, some couldn’t cope Does hope really float? Can you rock the...

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