Contrived Poems - Poems about Contrived

At last my doubts had to face death, Faith took a life-feeding fresh breath. I’d feared, wet soil my steps would trace, What luck, ah grass grew on the path! And lost, watching the setting sun, None saw how sad my face turned hath, As to my cheeks that had turned red, Lights went off, gave life to my faith, And rain...

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lead myself to believe in this mentally contrived version of a relationship with you where we were happy than one day you shattered that version into a million tinny little pieces when you left me now looking back in hind-sight the day you ran away was the best thing that ever happened to me...

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Trees of thickets display different attributes, the commonness is the cool shade they spread, and their branches cradle all the birds’ nests. Flowers frame diverse shapes and colors, the hidden nectar is the common essence. All are beautiful, external definition they acquire. The splendor of the dawning horizon we share, and immerse in the universal gleam of twilight. The enveloping...

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No angels on Earth For dreamers and screamers to find Whether they lose or catch their breath Lost in deep recesses of the mind Teeming with fantasies Where fairies toe a perfect line Drawn in sentimental seas Where their unicorns decline Cooking perfect meals Observing sublime etiquette Clinching integrity deals Won on a truth ticket That frowns on human frailties Blemishes in character Flaws, foibles and fragilities Inherent...

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The universe is immeasurable, we are merely infinitesimal machinery keeping pace, as churning cogs tick wildly transmitting within allotted time, attempting heartbeats' cohesion clocking our own honed destinations, accumulating illusions 'tween masses waiting to return as a speck of dust in...

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The ebb and flow of salty seas cools sands Calm rinses burning heat from sunny shores. A gleeful child builds castles with small hands. Serenely, Mother watches and adores. The breaking waves dance when they reach dry lands. The creatures of the seas stalk ocean floors. There in the distance far below, life thrives. The beauty of the deep our God contrives. The...

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Poetry, as the height of fantasy, contrives a wondrous world of wide-eyed awe, of meaning and reason, rhymed or unrhymed, of sensible sounds of sensitive sense; it conjures up harmony...

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Triggered emotions, ran haywire, in veins, pulsing all along, the perfume, gently rubbed, at vantage points, was jigjagged, in seesaw, told people around, that it was my sound, that I had arrived, totally and fully contrived....

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