Discontent Poems - Poems about Discontent

millions... of dollars in bank account; he's a wealthy man, yet true happiness proves much too expensive ...

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when the sky breathes poetry through sepia-streaked silence, and the earth reclines, listening to the music of weeping wisterias~ blowing in the pulse of bleeding paradise, I swallow sizzling stars within cloaked scars, comfortably blanketed in self-woven wounds. while you, the prisoner of my past, keep revisiting empty journals, lacking crystalline colors of comfort. as crimson are the lines across pages of pain, and rhymes left unwritten~ stretching through margins...

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whatever I keep, I find despite outside odds - see the tell stirred magic in subconscious mind doubt casting its own spell liminal subterfuge of thought enter and exit the swell suffusing all that's told or taught where the mystics like to dwell that space just behind my throat where the unuttered resists its cell so the dust separates from the mote to...

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HAPPILY DISCONTENT One may wish to own a JW Turner The art of art is the skill of knowing And recognising every good earner The online market for art is growing Yet it is more my greed I must quell One needs a real space for showing With my few fake Masters left to sell I found a gallery, as credibility counts For a...

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The sinking beauty of the spreading spectrum of sadness I revel as the cinnabar sunset takes away my departing day. The joy of twilight time the last rays of drowning dusk unravel in the pensive painting of the listless life in disarray. In the darkest of nights the stars shine in the satin sky bright, silver dust disperses sequined...

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Happily discontent, that I am, that I be now future happy discontent achievable out of reach joie de vivre bags of regrets what I am now what I could be love the journey are we there yet? live in the present dream of becoming I'm truly self made I'm reactionary, dependent let it be, let...

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In this, the death-prone winter of our discontent, the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic cancer of destruction over the body of our moral humanity. Infected rebirth cells of ancient crusade history scatter world wide---blown like dry leaves in chilling winds of cold war seasons. Here, in the frozen season of time, Armageddon stalks democracy in the chilled...

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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III Act 1 scene 1 by Shakespeare it is now mid-winter and as I am such a venter I know this is not what Willy meant but this weather leaves me so discontent...

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I'm alright. I mean, I don't like the same things I used to anymore but people change over time right? I'm alright. There's this constant buzzing in my mind that steers my thoughts into oblivion so I distract myself to drown it out. I'm alright. These distractions keep me up all night and when I...

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In the twilight realm of shadows, where whispers weave tales of discontent, Politics, a guilty addiction, ensnares the souls of the desperate and bent. Addicts of power, they wander, their hearts encased in cold steel, Lies and deceit their currency, stealing dreams we once held real. In the dark corridors of influence, where truth fades and shadows extend, Each maneuver,...

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Americans were shocked and stunned ‘Reason’ abandoned, injustice had won On Sept. 8, 1974, when President Ford exited the stage The Republican right was left in fistic rage While the Democrat left was aghast, How could Ford do this ...

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reaching-out with love discontent yet happy heart~~~ moves for caring deeds... midst skepticism discontentment strives toward~~~ joy's functionality... though apathy grips positive discontentment~~~ works for sincere mirth... discontented glee does persevere to triumph~~~ yielding thankful life!...

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Only the weeds of discontent will grow from harsh words planted in hate so speak not in anger ...

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Seeds of emotion yields no crop, now blighted fields, harvest of a death!...

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Since I was a small child and would try to sing, when we rise and sing the praises of "Old Glory," it brings tears to my eyes. Maybe it's because we have endured much to keep our flag flying--too many wars, too many injured, too many dead. Or, perhaps, in this "Winter of Our Discontent,"* whether Red or blue or neutral...

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