Confiscates Poems - Poems about Confiscates

... "Silenced tears, muffled screams, A storm penetrating in your chest that seizes your soul, Is god watching the world burn? The bricks that create a barricade were the ones confiscated within me, ......

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...Wearing dinosaur boots blundering through the city lights of a brain high on low energy. Being a concrete Tarzan bending only to crumble at the waist while within me a jungly place rains rip......

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...Oh sapience of musings, oh savior of poetic art! How longingly I seek you out to inspire my ballad When lassitude of the night envelopes my mind And grimace of dawn darkens shrouded in fog. Oh ......

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...Three hands of time roll, pass one by one in circles golden hours, silver minutes relentless seconds. thoughts pulse to murky future lost in what's there left behind. Mystical motion toni......

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...The tightened nut of self service Confiscates my freedom While at the same time Intruding into my cherished future I was born I was nowhere I didn’t know I just found My church my school my n......

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...Romans 13:1 - “The authorities that exist have been established by God”… Though that seems more of a facade, long shot and a fraud from a world long gone Since sin no longer seems fiction in thi......

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...From one poet to another Your words in me are a thunder That fills my soul with great wonder As my open heart you plunder Though, in truth, I can't see your face... I peek through- my rhyme co......

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...What if we were in a dream But not just one but in between The many that we'll soon be in And the other's that they seem to end... So many levels so dam deep We seem to revel in our sleep Jus......

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...From one poet to another Your words in me are a thunder That fills me soul with wonder As my open heart you plunder Though I cannot see your face... Through my poetry covered lace Your deep feelings......

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...My mind My mind is a prison Overpopulated with remorse Incarcerated by images of sin My mind refuses rehabilitation It cowers in a concrete corner Face in hands; protesting parole My mind pu......

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...The cauldron in heat fumes with alchemy chemicals, Careful she decides to spread her witches’ stronghold, To the palace walls and the kingdom she learns to control; Mixture for His Highness......

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