Distorting Poems - Poems about Distorting

... We have been given a myriad of reasons not to, But I believe in tomorrow Yesterday has lessons of despair and doubts, But I believe in tomorrow Some of our todays are unbelievable, But......

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... The whispered promise etched in ancient stone, "Truth shall prevail," a seed divinely sown. A beacon burning in the darkest night, A guiding star, a testament to right. We cling to it, a li......

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...Aloft in a world, Focused toward, Elaborate Strategies. Pushed to Our Knees, Bound by Principalities. Deceived by Fallacies, We try to please, Those affected, By the same dise......

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...Implosion of democracy Explosion by hypocrisy Not what God meant to be Twisted by man’s hands of deceit Whitewashing history Distorting views Blatant blasphemy Stringing together fools ......

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...And Thats All David J Walker (12/16/2024) The young girl disguised in mascara aged rage report a frayed journey kidnapped in time. How am I to remember you without a calendar of even......

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...Emotion’s exalt me Scorching me tormenting me understanding distorting it passes by my misfortune innocence transforms into trauma around and around like a carousel as i go parallel so does ......

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...The world today is split in two … or three... or four... or maybe more, but nonetheless, one must confess, all wage their wars as heretofore. While blunderbusses prey for us within our world w......

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... Once she was Pauroso now she's Rinforzando. Bisbigliando :brusco, scordato she must rehearse and study to be an image of perfection Senza Spianato and Graevole Tratto __________________......

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...Beneath the surface where thoughts often stray, Lies a bias that colors our view each day. Invisible threads weave through the mind, Shaping perceptions we're blind to find. We see through lens......

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...Mirror Oh, I don’t like the mirror in the bathroom – every morning Every morning I see my decadent face – every morning Who is this guy? Red eyes, night-style face, but likable But, I don’t k......

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...A poem which shows the value of poetry to letting the mind run free. There's an outline around the unseeable—the temptation to lick it, knowing it's like the inside of the freezer wall. The lure, ......

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...#Mothers_ache She said; I can't be angry with her because something bad might happen to her, deep in her voice, I could sense motherly love and disappointment quarrelling, see the raging dust brewin......

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...In the twilight of her mind, where shadows play and memories twist, She stood before the mirror, that ancient oracle of truth and deceit. A reflection, elusive as the morning mist, Dancing on the ......

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...In the twilight of thoughts, where echoes drift like autumn leaves, I wander through memories, a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, Each step, a ripple in the pond of dreams, distorting the reflect......

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...Trapped inside... cannot speak... like a hostage... vulnerable and weak... silent screams... breath so deep...   pray for release... in an unconscious sleep... the depth of pain... lies ......

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