Discomfort Poems - Poems about Discomfort

Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die—quote by Carrie Fisher You must pick one or the other time has passed Warning signs have stopped tipped the scales caution is not priority in here fairy tales Why come to this, and all for what? All or nothing, the game is on Extraction...

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Her heart is a warm, golden light Patience is her title In a distressed nine months, she held onto me Facing changes and discomfort in her body At the edge of losing herself, she held on Waiting patiently with love and care to see my face She held me with joy, with tears in her eyes when she held...

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I can't relate how I feel within metaphor For I'm unpoetic in this frozen state Any move I make ruins my life But stillness means I don't live it I can't paint a poem atop these days See them differently for my own distraction I'm tormented by wanting to defend myself Seeing my own demise within any fight I can't stand...

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Arid-tanned leaves, vigorously stripped from their cages by thick cold winds, luring them to dance like elegant swans, swaying dangerously naked to speeding express, testing their fate. I hear the roars and dark clouds setting up the stage. You only hear nature's voice through our pen. Their pain, happiness, memories and laughter. our favourite lover. They preserve us, and in turn, we become their...

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I had to ask for your affection. The first indication that you weren’t worthy of mine. Love is meant to be easy. At least, when it’s with the correct person. Loving you was shifting teeth, Picking at hangnails, An off-kilter set to the jaw. Loving you was uncomfortable. Not unpleasant, but something deep within me knew it wasn’t right. We were building a world...

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My balls ache. You’ve grabbed them like you own them. You twist them, squeeze them, Slowly crush them. You make me beg you to stop, Then order me to kiss your hand. Snap....

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Hand on the leather, I held on for the bell, Sure it was a winner. I was riding so well, But then the bull threw me; Introduced me to the dirt. Hell, I only broke my shoulder, mama, How bad can it hurt? No, I’m not sleeping. I’m just resting my eyes. Got that last nail hammered...

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Naturally caring to women with masculinity so pristine I own the road, yet they squeeze through the bridle path I have found my peace but nature envies me, allowing God’s craft to be an inevitable punishment. No honeycomb is invisible to admirers his love for me comes with such consequences. ‘I love you’ from me, but one out of a thousand...

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I'm agree with discomfort but I makes remain yours. I will meet you or not,but I remain in your heart. I'm agree with discomfort but I makes remain yours. My love is like silence but it is pure like God. Meeting you in this life is pleasing to me. I'm agree with heartache but I makes remain yours. I will meet...

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A REVELATION ************* A revelation, no matter gender, pulchritude, humans natural beauty! A Paragon of virtuosity! Talks and walks with splendour, no pretender! Causing no discomfort, one to adore! Such charisma, one would hope they had too, showing, blazing, hoping it is all true! Eight below, charisma helps warm a core! ************ 7/4/18 Rhyme Time 5- Lucky 8 Poetry Contest, sponsored by Laura Loo...

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I can’t stay clear of you Everyday meet we must There is nothing I can do To avoid you Yet you treat me like a piece of You are so full of misery Wish I could avoid you Now I must make that discovery On how to make do with you You are wicked Very croaked And fearless You treat us badly and take us forcefully Without...

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hanging in the air humidity’s heaviness . . . the river’s slow crawl On the Mississippi lies the beautiful little city where I once lived. How many times I trudged up inclined streets; or leaning forward, red-faced and panting, pressed up slopes with all my might, feet on pedals of my purple Sting-ray bike, urging myself not to...

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What a day! It’s pouring so hard . . . I’d to go to the airport to pick up somebody a wet day! ‘un día mojado’, such a day, indeed! but, I’d to go for he must have arrived already. When I got there passengers in drove were elsewhere, cabs, vans, trucks, and many cars were waiting; while waiting outside, a...

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A question set up, To cause discomfort and pain, Anonymously....

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In A Sea Of Discomfort White fog is very dense on this high sea, no light can pierce its heavy veil. No drug or spirit is potent enough to relieve my distress, I’m lost in a turbulent sea of discomfort. Little ease or peace on where to cast my anchor. Fear keeps me from sailing onward, but damned if I’m turning back. My...

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