Dependency Poems - Poems about Dependency

Opening the door onto your secret, my heart pounds at the display of old wounds. Healing achieved by clinging to nothing— a future only obliquely glimpsed. My heart pounds at the display of old wounds where other’s careless words and barbs had pierced. A future only obliquely glimpsed through a whiskey bottle nearly empty. Where other’s careless words and barbs had pierced, going...

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Olympic moments now here, then gone under a spotlight intense as the sun Years of sweat, dedication and training geared toward a finish culminating In a...

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I can not shake this feeling There something I need to do I don’t think I can get through the day If I don’t have you You’ve become my only outlet To release me from the pain The only way I can de-stress To disconnect my brain I may be over thinking I’m trying to...

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Night yet nibbles at the light. Hare and fox are seeking each other, they know how to be electric, sensitized to their dependency, their needs. A man in a motel awakes, stares at the ceiling, reaches for his wife hands exploring dead space. He is no longer sensitized, nor electrically linked to her just the loss - just the need....

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Some say love makes the world go round I say it is oil that makes the world go round The thing that is in everything from plastics to fuel is how it does rule so given this thought here is your opportunity to have your say in a different way Where’s your stand on the Keystone pipeline moving dirty Alberta oil from...

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mind numbing pain free without meds where would we be old school misery whiskey...

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Forgive me, mother for I have sinned, I will chant a drunken hymn: Virgin Mary, seduce me with salvation from my daily woes! I everso Crave to be delivered from the damnation That tears me, so. The fire in my chest Balls up all my sorrow The cinnamon embers warm my breast Whispering the empty promises of tomorrow. The liquid stream rages forward, With...

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The drone of machines goes on and on with the endless cry of the ward sisters song energy rises like billowing smoke with fiery glances to the ones who dare choke. Invisible hand undertake their chores over the barks and commands of the insistent roars. The sick and the fallen lie still in their beds as the army...

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You are my church I am on my knees for you Bowing my head I pray I pray I pray for your peace I throw coins at your pleas for reconstruction Your congregation look at me with sympathetic eyes I make sacrifice after sacrifice Because I have faith I am your church You beg for forgiveness Knowing my doors are always open You...

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An act so practiced like an invisible mask If I see past things will smash our past wounds like food for inadiquecies that keep us intact or rather keep me coming back....

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Triangulation strangulation can you live up to the competition add gas lighting and narcissism a very frightening composition Muster up to the cluster B find yourself discarded like a soiled sheet devoid of compassion lack of empathy once you really see past the screen the mask has slipped and so many have peeked now you panic validation you need so you pray on young dumb nieve and weak seek...

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Now social networks Before tea-room social chat – IT changes us Single views are flawed Life is grey not black and white- Harmony spawns hope Computer jargon Academic rhetoric – Actions not words count Appeared in ACM SIGCAS Computers & Society, June 2015, Vol. 45 No. 2, p4. Poetry Soup Featured Poem: April 12, 2021...

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Be Lineate Sir Jack and Jill went up a hill. ...

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Falling for a guy can be bittersweet. You meet, you talk, you laugh. Then you doubt, you cry, you get distant. But there is no reason that you know of as to why you feel this way. It all seems good, you guys seem like you're in a good place, but there is a sprinkle...

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Pathological neurotic co-dependency, Rhymes with toilet brush gastroendoscopy, I visualise that toilet brush, Shoved down his throat thrush, Or up his male tush, Not even an excuse for a man, Bullies don't get, says my nan, Way too early to be awake, Way too early to cook him steak, What does he think he's going to eat? That toilet brush he'll meet and greet, Pathological...

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