Distaste Poems - Poems about Distaste

Far from sight I hear the sounds of mini birds chirping Yellow leaves blowing from the ground. The breeze, oh so peaceful! The lovely trees that shelter the summer rays, Sheltered me at night. The sun is in haste, clock in ahead of time The glittering of the twilight is enchanting Because... Dreams are made at dusk. I walk and walk albeit I bow...

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Trim whims and streams of screams in the dream Blown in the undesirable direction That irks initiatives to draw the cream that floats on the rim Where your life suffers from offers of misdirection Meant to frustrate rates at which sanity cleans cobwebs From thoughts, plans and actions at the core Illuminated by lasers whose insight webs Turn up on time to...

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Distaste for Waste In health there has been a therapy Always designed to take care of me What about world with much waste? For it am really developing a distaste. What exactly was it that I had in mind Many answers may be hard to find Some of them became a great lifesaver Knowing how to understand human behavior. Could either be habit or...

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there are those who frown upon talk of the political as if power struggles in their own lives simply did not exist--- they act as if the political only dealt with those vultures in suits whose talking heads bobble back & forth to the sound of coins bouncing & echoing in the coffers, but everything is political--- all aspects of...

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A thousand years pass In the blink of an eye An alchohol drenched sky Bring a lighter and set it ablaze Rancid cigarettes Gruesome hangovers Things you do and then forget People you meet that you regret Just one more, and I'm done Next thing you know, you wake up alone...

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With a lonely distaste I set my pace Patience for none But for those that hold on Climates of fear People with tears Waiting to be told how to run Whilst building their castles of sun I see myself Like a plan on the shelf I reach over the scrolls Each one accounting my holes The pictures of loss The thresholds I cross Contradicting my face The lonely distaste I am...

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