Angst Courage Poems

You don’t know how it feels
To be misunderstood and jaded
You won’t ever know till it kills you inside
To you, I speak words of wisdom
And it...

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A Patron's Vanity [A protest poem]---

By Cherbo Geeplay

How sunny the day becomes 
remains to be seen under these 
monsoon rains as a scarf hangs 
on...

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Forever wondering when I won’t be left behind and upset
Pondering if you’ll ever save me from burying me alive
Wandering in the woods of my spiralling...

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I’m a ridiculous fool for loving you 
Go ahead and please run away like you always do
All I say is true — what I go...

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Tambourine tears fall with such grace
They actually make music on my face
A festival of salt on blackened skin
Pickled smile teasing the audience again
Bitterness is an...

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Their spirits sift through the ages
Soaring swiftly in song
Kings queens prophets poets
Martyr and messiah
Tattooing tongues teaching teal truths

For ages they are anxiously awaiting 
YOU 
The...

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My mind is bewildered with strife
All my life, it cuts me like a knife
I'm sorry that I've given in to grief
These desires within never gave...

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Deep in my shrewd mind, a storm rages on 
Dark clouds gather as the wind howls till dawn
A tempest of thoughts, I cannot control
A battle...

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When her shadow falls on yesterday,
And the memory erases the hopes and dreams,
Like faded stars in a warm, summer sky –
Her fickle heart makes its...

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“ It ain’t easy being green.”
Kermit The Frog

It ain’t Easy Being Yellow

I push through concrete 
You can’t keep a good dandelion down
Don’t confuse me with...

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Veronica Sawyer, a rebel in plaid
She joined the Heathers, but they were so bad
They ruled the school with their cruel games and lies
But Veronica had...

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Formidable flourishing fiends...

harangue since landing 
yours truly immersed 
in a dream-like 
fiercesome state of war,  
not quite a dream 
can be described 
as a...

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Good Vibrations 

It’s been one year,
three months 
and two days,
since Floyd last rode his Harley.

Damn stroke!
His F-ing left leg don’t work 
and he barely grips...

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To Trina Jacobs
285 Warren Street
Brooklyn, New York
11201, USA

My Dearest Trina
The time we spent together in London is my greatest treasure. I was so looking forward...

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Sorry —

I don’t
Want to live…

Love you —

Sadness
I recall

My bad —

I won’t
Forget yet

I’m sad

I don’t
Know why though

Free me —

I can’t
Forgive you

Undo

Guilt pain,
The past rue

Renew

Pleasure
Inner pride

Tell me

This...

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