Deprivation Poems

Him

This feeling is complacent,
it just doesn't feel adjacent, 
too much or to little, 
reciprocation is unrealistic, 
your stupid but unforgettable, 
unattainable and unavailable, 
there's a bond hard to break, 
I want to escape, 
but isn't that a mistake? 
We could’ve been something just as much as we were nothing, 
you were a boy but I

Overview'

There are terms humanity uses, phrases words appear."
To communicate emotions, in aim of clarity, or  to help
Verbally in communicating our anxiety, or sense of honour
Even anger, love or fear.' Some terms are formed generically.' Yet others are forged and planned.' To strike
At the spirit, heart and souls of 'right thinking women and
Man' the word

Hop onboard the overthinker

Hop onboard overthinkers

A warm Welcome aboard the overthinker to all our guests, 
Especially Mr insomnia, and Mrs overthinker, both frequent flyers and our VIP guests
I'll be your minds captain for this flight, through awake all damn night,
And then on to good mornings beaming bright resort in daylight,  
We have no nap-overs or drifting-offs scheduled

The Children Of Deprivation

In the terrane of deplorable deprivation manifested 
in the wasteland of wretched desertion,
the obscure tufts of the subdued slender grass 
struggle to rise through the cleavage of stony destiny.
The frail faces shaping the artifacts of spiteful fate, 
flicker with the fading smile of residual innocence,
borrowed from the remnant rays of the forsaken sun, 
already sunk

The Unaffirmed

Withered zest of life, and ashes of bleak hope,  
will have been seeping through the slits of this green heart, 
For one that was not imbued with love, 
is meant to forevermore remain dry and torn apart.

Deprivation

When I'd give an arm and a leg! --
What's more, every Christmas I beg:

I want a dog! Please please pleeeaase!
But mom complains of poop and fleas.

I'd claim responsibility to give a wash
But my dream of a dog goes-- squash

I plead, I persuade, and I pray --
Promise to walk my dog every day!

No matter how much

Sleep Deprivation

Failing to get enough sleep or
getting poor-quality sleep are
resulting to health hazard; it
is known fact, it makes us unfit
to discharge daily acts with cheer.

It's voluntary let’s admit
but unintentional, can’t quit.
Sleep deprivation is seen more
in young generation; appear
to ignore outcomes a bit.

Yet, avoid action, though aware;
to work pressure they do submit;
postpone sleep and needed health care;
fail

Beyond Deprivation

Principled or vile, honorable or depraved,
we all view the same stars,
suffer the same dread.
The richest minds among us were
all once bedwetters.

The puerile erect walls like Trump’s fortification,
they imagine iron and concrete impervious to the
ghosts of culture and language,
never recognizing the absurd futility,
never once realizing their enslavement
to their own defenses. 

Here we are conjoined,
the tormented with

Memory Deprivation

The question is:
“Are people still collecting
memories, these days?”

"This isolation 
isn't bothering me much.”
I say, if I'm asked.

But I’m not sure that’s
true. After hundreds of nights
of dull solitude.

I think each night might
carry a value - of dear, 
and unmeasured loss.

Loss of memories
- because they never happened.
How have we all changed?

On the Streets Elleipsi Stegis

They sit alone
the discarded
those we choose not to see
dirty blankets and dirty faces
while we walk on by
They sit in the darkness
afraid
vulnerable, cold and hungry
sleeping in snatches
as rats roam the streets
while we lay in our warm houses
how many tears do they shed
in fear, in hunger and in desperation?
I say a prayer each night- to keep you

A Sleepless Night

At times 
The nights
Are painfully long 
And seem to pass by 
So very slowly 

It makes 
Me feel like I have no hope left
It gives me feelings of despair 
Like a tarantula of rain pouring down 
It makes me 
Want to cry 
Like snow drifting from the sky 

I drift 
In and out of sleep

Donald

You stank, and  poo was once revealed when pants were pulled in playing field. Hard round briquettes, quite dry, like dung with straw sun-hard and undigested. 

All kinds of unkind taunts and silly songs were sung and rumour did the rounds of Traveller’s goings on in dog-bark fenced compound. 
Nothing known, but always just

Parents and Sleep

If we knew in advance that all daughters and sons
keep us up every night: yours and mine — everyone’s
(teething, peeing and screaming,
yet so INNOCENT-seeming),
we’d be living in convents like well-rested nuns.

Fires of Deprivation

When the peace officers arrived 
to the tinderbox scene 
at SWAT speed,
the warpath fireflies had lit the summer night
with bottles of gasoline

So much bottled-up frustration
was long last now released
Dark plumes of prescient smoke arose
in the raging fires of deprivation

Concerned conservative commentators said,
“Worry not,” 
to the frightened viewers with pale hearts
“The blue tide will prevail”

The valium

The Voice

The hungry creative seeks a morsel but fails to get
The helplessness and lack of support makes it fret
The one that yearns to succeed seldom gets the floor to tread
The right time, the right care is always to be bred

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