Control Poems - Poems about Control

Before i wrote i knocked on wood.' Maybe an omen? Take Note we should? Or maybe thousands of pieces of paper' How many to boil a kettle? Will we find out later? Meanwhile in Spain, were results its plain.' I wager Its due to the move.? Or The switch? to the 'eco fast lane?' Perhaps a varience...

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Written: April 8, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ******************* love fleeting moments ...

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A multinational corporation Will probably sell your thoughts In exchange of profits and assets, More valuable than your freedom. But can you stop them? A real question. Probably not, for you don't understand The rules of this game. I have played for a while, And have had experiences like forever. It isn't a game of your opinions. I understand now....

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What we hear What we say What we remember in our way What goes in? What comes out? What we show when we are in doubt What we think What we feel What is fake from what is real? What we smell What we touch What tells the body it has had too much? What we swallow What we know What helps or stops things that might grow? What we...

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Love yourself and respect yourself. Validate who you are and reclaim your powers. If you see me happy, let me be leave me alone to gather dust on the shelf. Those lonely hours were spent building my tower. . Even from beyond the grave, you still believe you can control me. You...

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She had been indoctrinated to believe her country was free But she hit the tripwires, had nowhere to flee She learned the hard way that what she'd been taught were lies from a regime that couldn't be fought. His country was designed free, the constitution shows But there are some paths where nobody goes There is organized crime, and ideologues on...

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From the moment we met he'd treated me like a princess I was young and naive flattered by his attention, misinterpreting it as a forever love Mum took an instant dislike to him She said he was like a chameleon and I should be wary of his dark side but I was too loved up to listen or too much in...

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Don't give revenge Such loyalty So easily. You'll get angry With anyone Without a cause. Such course of time You invite rage Avoidable. Never dispute Angry to people It's life mix up....

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Whatever happens ~ It will; However action At will! Simply is Destiny these two things: How you act and What is happening? Will we ride the tides of life & time? Will we wind up sunk to bed instead? Will we act all we will, All accept what we won't? How is this happening? Well, we find the tides of life & time. Well, we wake up from the...

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i sat down, and filled out an online questionnaire , that they didn't write, they wanted me to lie, pen tapping, like a slow drumroll before the painful hanging. have you ever felt hopeless? who hasn’t? do you ever think of dying? don’t we all? do you hear voices? only the single one that keeps me company. the questions were rigged, like a loaded deck, at the hard rock...

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Time a Construct of Control We were always taught from very young, be sure to be ready & so on, never late never wrong, to consider time as our friend this blasé thinking hasn't stopped, It follows a man to the end The consideration agreed upon, time is money all roads lead from this, a...

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Hold on to loose ends As the tides rip and pull In just an instant Out beyond our control Without ground Without a shore Without care For something more Releasing burdens In just one final breath We are delivered In the Clear Light of death In and out we ride The Great Breath of Brahma Eternal Dance Of Shiva In endless cycles of drama As...

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I have the rhythm of a winding road how do I consign myself to being confined rows of poplar pillars prop the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet —I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon yellow eyes; daffodils watching lean into gossip groups nodding a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze I am a sweet weed in this place of sway and betray with a stranger...

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She cried out, “Coitus interruptus!? That only works if the pulling out precise and abrupt is! But you're always a millisecond too late! And if we get child number eight, that's surely gonna bankrupt us!"...

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