Compressed Poems - Poems about Compressed

Rolf was born in Wallertheim, in an optimistic year Progress seemed to be everywhere, and not much to fear. Then the reds took Russia, shook the world to the core Millions killed when in power, a crime you can’t ignore Drafted in World War One, every moment was a scare French came at him in bright red uniforms, too visible,...

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The distance between what you feel and what you write… —your measure as a Poet The difference between what you think and how you act… —your measure as a Man (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)...

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Unable to deceive you-- not that I wish to hide some dark truth-- but fears are so private, and you read me like an MGM Marquee.... Too easily you expose me, send me stumbling against mirror walls, shattering images.... Your lips over the sharp edges, miraculously uncut, with warm kisses you raise me from cold, compressed crystals.......

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My hands rough like sandpaper Rubbed along the smooth surface A sandstone sculpture carved by unknown hands I looked closely many images Each staring at me Like a convoluted totem The bear and sandpiper In a tender embrace Intelligent dumb eyes staring nowhere Eagles talons gripping, cutting into base The humble turtle, wisdom's companion Images from a thousand life times Stories told around fires Drawing me in like...

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Numberless climates, the depraved world is swimming in gravy in climatic types, (Situations, Positions) the hour essences, high- and low- pressure, erring vital organ cleaning, rehearse prayer, scrub the intellect and soul in company with a air compressor. Be pleased for having lessor. - Loverboi...

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free breeze, free mind, free heart, and free boldness, all sail along the same projection as the world pins them tighter together We are red and sad, as time rapidly tows by And we notice that all we have is, fees to pay, weird thoughts, health to compete with, and rods to walk on, till they blend ©kingfemi Oloidi Inspired by Ryan Jackson...

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Dive into a brain of sorrow, for tomorrows a future of falling tears and my hearts a target for shooting spears its a long wait for a beautiful date, when the waves subside and the thoughts I've cried lay on the floor of my brain to gain myself in the darkness. Cant you see what my words are hiding?...

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A time to play A time to get serious A time to put kid behavior away A time to be delirious There are times when growing up is necessary When parents will no longer do everything When you have to get your own Do for yourself and be grown You can't continue procrastinating Take a chance and fly with your own two wings To stand...

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