Conform Poems - Poems about Conform

Oh, no! The one giving the eulogy said. I have lost my keen ability to conform. Her family gave each other knowing looks; she had never obeyed. She was not the type to follow along, color in the lines or do what others did. The giggling started and it never stopped; best celebration of life ever. Because their matriarch had pre-videotaped her entire...

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My Baby: Don't be too quiet, yet don't be too shrill, Don't be too restless, but neither too still, Please grow up hardy, yet soft to the touch, Not seeking too little, nor asking too much. Years later … My Child: Don't be precocious, yet don't be too shy, The middle-sized apple of you father’s eye, Don't be too forthright, nor keep to yourself, Don't...

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CREATE AND CONFORM Creativity and conformity have common point of intersection ...

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Degradation of the soul is my lifeline. Burning flames suck out the sublime traits, of overlords stretching to take their turn in front of the lingering hatred of conformity. Your pitying powers of guilt spread over my skin, smother my well-being in sensations of over-bearing heat, lick at the open wound of my heart, as...

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It's a constant battle with oneself and society, with a ridiculous amount of severe anxiety. Why is it such a big priority, to live in this world of propriety? To get through life, you have to pay a fee. Conformity, it's the one and only key. You need the paper, you need the degree. But what use is it, when you're not...

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On my work book you Own, now our conform You concur You own book Conform won Known now, you own book....

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This is what I say about conformity What an absurd abnormality Why would I want to be like them When I feel great about who I am I don't care if they like me or not Just as long as they give me a fair shot People are out for nothing but money and fame I cannot believe they have no shame Don't...

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So simple, that we turn to this we turn and inside out we twist our words and lips to blow a kiss to darkness as it echoes So wicked, that we listen still we turn and twist against our will upon the back that's broken 'till it sings our voice in stone So human, that we err to breathe we twist the knife of...

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