Curated Poems - Poems about Curated

...Power equals currency In a world that actively yearns for it The more you have the more you are worshiped And with worship becomes freedom Where inequality is something they abuse And power is ......

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...Sisyphus’ Lament I took each hard punch And swallowed each raw pill. But you said it wasn’t a fair fight And I agree, But you didn’t watch My tears each night, No, they weren’t For yo......

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...An empty room Standing center stage She waited for her cue bassoon in hand She breathed life into "MI Stro" a ballad by Piffston Grisser" A song which curated More than four minutes She inco......

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...As the ethereal guitar mesmerises My soul responds As if I dipped into a melodic bath Of perfectly curated Lovingly tempered Heart massaging Candle flickering Water A fragrant tune invad......

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...They planted trees but forgot their water. Each leaf a wrinkled newspaper clipping from a world I never subscribed to. Noise here is curated. A choir of car horns, a sermon of drills but I hea......

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...We sit a few inches apart, with bright screens separating us through an invisible ocean, We speak in pre-packaged echoes, algorithms feeding us thoughts that are not ours at all, I send you a messa......

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...Look at me — glorious, glowing — bathed in blue light, dying slowly with 4G speed. My soul is buffering. “Talk to someone,” they say. As if I haven’t typed my grief a thousand times into ......

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...They don't like me, But neither do I, I shield my face from them, Because I am carefully curated, Cured like resin, But soft as snow, I know what I’m doing, But inside these walls I don’t feel......

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...As far as ethereal creatures are concerned, she fell somewhere in between a wood nymph— fragile and belligerent— and a centaur— untamable and resilient she is a living, breathing juxtap......

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... The gods are online today, Updating their laws like software patches, Fixing glitches in heaven while we glitch on earth, Typing commandments no one reads, Uploading sermons no one feels. ......

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... The future won’t arrive with trumpets— no brass echo to herald salvation, no golden scroll unrolled beneath a bleeding sun. It will leak, like soft radiation through the seams of our sleep,......

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...Emboldened by whispers, echoes curdled in algorithmic rot— electronic voices hiss their sermons, venom soaked in coded politeness, dripping beneath polished avatars. Hate seeps through curate......

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... Engulfed in the smouldering dusk of a fractured nation, A voice claws through the cracks of static screens, And suppressed speakers, A distorted hymn for the disenchanted, A battle cry ......

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...We sit inches apart, glowing screens between us, a thousand miles wide. We speak in echoes, algorithm-fed replies, pre-packaged thoughts we never owned. I send you a message. You send bac......

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... In the twilight hum of broken cities, where glass teeth bite the smog-choked sky, I walked—a stranger to my own time— past dreams rusted in neon haze. "This is the kingdom we made," whispere......

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