Deemed Poems - Poems about Deemed

... When it came to iambic pentameter Alexander Pope was no dumb amateur. In his strict use of it he achieved a skill often with a monotonous overkill – a danger every poet should not commit unl......

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...Privilege is elegant Graceful, as it glides like a breeze Unnoticed by those who catches its attention Noticed by those who live in the shadow Although it's voice not loud It's presence dema......

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... I was not shaped by a mother, but by a wet curb, which said: “Take him, Lord, he’s no one’s, maybe it’s some kind of trick.” I learned to comb my sadness with a chipped comb, ......

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...She was not invited She was arranged They never wanted Jasmine not the woman who brought basil-clean hands and pomegranate soap who harmonized soliloquies into pastries while th......

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...“The only real influence I've ever had was over myself.” The Artist Edward Hopper ( Re: Altering or creating Providence.) Assuming there are more brilliant ways, That our life takes t......

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...When the mind faltered Alternate timelines were born Lines of realities blurred Rifts of possibilities torn Truth fading into the abyss Chained to the unknown Silently waiting f......

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...Why? That's the question. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why do we live in a world that hates change A world clinging to a past long gone Why must hate be so common Why does the world insist evolution ......

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... I think I shall - oh yes, I shall put you to words in books, et al and share my scoundrel’s rationale with those of impish-like morale but pray you beg me love - your coquette kiss, thereof … ......

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...A lie that is coloured white A lie that make things seem all right. A lie that leaves you asking why Discovering those lies that made you cry. Lies exposed, were meant as a joke The lies that ......

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...I work each day in peaceful chaos, A tireless race where I wear my fatigue like a badge of honour. Sleep? A stranger I rarely greet. I chase knowledge like tomorrow won’t let me try again— Strai......

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...1 Intent Assigning no meaning to grace imbibed, we watch how we are breath by breath transformed, drenched in bliss mists that cannot be described, trouncing ego, last bastions of mind s......

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..."It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they c......

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..."It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they c......

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...POSTERITY© Long ago and far away We never thought we’d reach today Living long we never dreamed Could ever be as we had deemed But here we stand hand-in-hand It’s nothing like we might ......

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...Mind labels in symbols, objects perceived, with each from the other, different deemed. Bemused by illusions, we are deceived, by myriad impressions to us beamed, hypnotised by the forms, which we......

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