Even Poems - Poems about Even

THE UNSEES EMOTIONAL WARTH OF WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI LIFE AND DEATH YOU CARRY A LOVING FETUS INTO HOSTAGE SITUATIONS BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK OFFICERS WORKING SECURITY FOR GANGS JAMAICAN TALIBAN YOU ORAY YOU SURVIVE WHEN YOU SURVIVE BROKEN HATED AND TORTURED INTIMIDATED BULLIED FINALLY MURDERS SURROUNDING YOUR TOWN HOMES...

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English Rhyming Translation © Krishika Upadhyay | 2025 I’m breaking down, in lashes' shade, In silent dreams, I wish I stayed. I try to rise, on roads that smile, But thorns have gripped my feet a while. Yes, thorns are biting where I tread, And tears now rest where sleep once spread. It feels I’ll shatter, fade away, Or lose myself in you someday. I...

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don't touch the time not even with a single feather, your wings will fall like leaves tattooed by the sky, don't touch the time not even with a single wound when swords fly like stars, and you fall to the ground covering your head: i never want you like...

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OF WE AND THEY/EVEN US AND THEM! * In the beginning We were the architects Of God’s designed world; Then came them— The devastating forces Of its Garden Of Eden Decline:- We were the flowers And fruits of the Garden; Then they became The slithering and coiling Slime of disobedience And disrespect:- We were chosen To teach cross bearing With the Bearer thereof; Then they—save Mark— Tried...

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I have said so many prayers that sometimes I feel they are no longer mine. That I inherited them like clothes too large. I say them, but do not understand. I utter them, but do not believe. And yet, I cling to them like the hand of a father who never held me. Perhaps belief is not needed. It is enough to keep hoping. Even...

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Even now, with your hands still stained from the thing you did not mean to do— you are not beyond the river. You are not lost. Even now, with the bridge burned, with the silence ringing where love once stood, there is a thread still holding you to the center. Even now, when shame has folded you small, and the mirror shows nothing but smoke— there is a...

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They flowed from my feelings a specail day that specail way to show someone you really love them Our specail Day The beganning from the conclusion the redefining of the uniqueness of two people coming together finding words calulating rehersting doing all without raveling the two who probaly couldn't care if they are caausing or creating a specticail they are not they a righted to a situation where they seek...

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We burned the map the moment we kissed, turned our bodies into a hiding place no architect could redraw. No altar here, no prayer survives, only the wet silence of mouths that knew how to lie better than speak forgiveness. You—an algorithm made flesh. Me—a heartbeat pretending to matter. We walked into each other like sinners into fire, not hoping for salvation, only heat. I held your breath...

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not even (as in not even nothing) appears as nothing~ nothing appearing as the dance~ apparently there are appearances everywhere~...

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Descending s p l a s h infuses brook. Falling from on high, cockcrow skies. E a r l y risers, on boat, take l o o k. O bittersweet g r a c e …angels’ sighs. P a i n t e d hues, (God never forsook the human race) the bright dawn...

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His life without a song He’s got it all wrong Can’t even sing the blues if he can’t tie his shoes ...

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. [whilst thumb'n through thuh condomz] ...

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I walked as a grey kid lost in his own hometown streets. When my slow mind began to see more clearly it saw brick dusted air and a sunlight blotched with yesterday's scabs. There were small parks in that part of the city, where the shabby slept and fornicated, a wilted grass was dotted with used condoms and patchworked with dog urine. We thought it fine to...

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An Even More Minor Tribute To Mr Dylan Bob Became A Christian But Jesus Was A Jew. "You've Gotta Lotta Nerve." -Gray Squirrel 05-23-2025...

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I read your words like a midnight hymn, Soft and slow, but cuttin' in. Said you broke us to protect my soul, But baby, heartbreak don’t make me whole. I saw the cracks—we both did too, But I was holdin’ on for me and you. You left to spare me from the fall, But silence hurts worse than nothin’ at all. You say...

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