Displays Poems - Poems about Displays

In glass displays, they stand, forever seeking new prosthetics, Slumbering consciences drift on waves of ads and hollow promises, We swallow mass culture whole, like blind fish in murky waters, Forgetting to deeply breathe life's essence, lost in superficial noise. Distorted mirrors show us false faces, we steal our own identity, Invisible barriers rise between us and existence's crucial questions, The...

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she stands before me, i am there, holding her, not with my arms but with my thoughts, my mind races with what beauty she displays, her unwavering smile speaking to me, her eyes lighting every moment, there is a gentleness to understanding her, i am filled with new found anticipation and hopeful possibilities....

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This world of pre-historic scene, the rising of the ancient sun, and the sights of the Miocene together made the cycles run, from seasons never before seen, epochs ago which yet begun. The lungs of time and of the earth, filled...

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We serve people in surroundings seeking service, satisfaction and simple pleasures in return When someone dies, same is snatched away and we shed tears thinking how we will survive alone Grief gives a glimpse of innate selfishness of humans who are sorrowful for self even at death. Grief grows when we are guilty and our guilty conscience pricks Dwelling...

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~ Enriched meadows bloom ~ . butterflies and buttercups . ~ Summer now displays ~ ...

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Vast arrays of mother natures displays. Flowers so stunningly bright, natures delights. Colours so bold adding a touch of warmth to a world some what cold. Swirling colours caught in a stirring breeze, it's a hypnotic sway that is bound to please....

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Our moon a clock-face in the night sky but this watch displays no time....

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everywhere I try to walk The cement is dirty With the most outrageous talk Slang here F YOU's there Mothers on the street Obscenities everywhere The thrill is lude Trying hard to be rude I am a Hyprocrite nitwit it's so easy to conclude The Cross around me But my mouth needs some soap Heckling and swearing How can my ideology hope to cope My own word a cursory absurd when will...

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Make me taste the brandy devour your lips whole taste testing your soul. In the glass maze where we display carnal interaction, they see us entwined. Café au lait lips, pale caramel hips I let you melt over me– all the joy and the ease. We couldn’t stop now if we tried. Your voice growls sex sure howls from the hollow depths at...

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