Examined Poems - Poems about Examined

FAUVISTA examined a poem of colour clashing  bright &bold  saturated in   simply  subjective  perceptions an emotiona!  response    not faithfulness  to reality with   unflinching expressive  lines a harmonious  visual tone flat  with urgency &incompleteness heightened  characterisation by directional  brushwork ...

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The man lives in a fishbowl that's always patroled A high intensity microscope where in darkness he gropes Every word always weighed by the left and the right If Superman were President ~ Nah, he'd rather take kryptonite...

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Clusters of refugee bubbles Expelled from the side of my tank Rise expanding in upward travels Escaped depths, burst at surface ...

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from the boundaries you can find refuge on the mountain side experience has taught you the cities peril over a thousand times if you can't hunt that's where the food is the strong have families uprooted not following through means you're weak so you'll shoot just to prove it laws faded as soon as the system crumbled and stopped...

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the city looks abandoned but you know better than to assume danger is everywhere and after awhile you grew attune the people who make the same msitake twice, they die one of the only outcomes that isn't surrounded by grey lines fake lies warp and make minds shake and break like bats on brake lights shame hides inside pained eyes...

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Perhaps from a seed of self doubt Planted somewhere along the way Defense against the blows dealt Probably more than one factor at play Arrogance seen on some days Confidence seen on another Only a thin line to be walked Separating one from the other ...

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Perhaps from a seed of self doubt Planted somewhere along the way Defense against the blows dealt Probably more than one factor at play Arrogance seen on some days Confidence seen on another Only a thin line to be walked Separating one from the other ...

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Mother of Pearl. Sand slipped inside a shell. Seagull's morning feast. There once was a father who wanted time and space There once was a woman who ran a race. The children were grown. Their pockets were blown. So one retired and the other became an ace. There's two sides to every story, personal answers within. Judgment of each awaits God, or those who...

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Green was not all that what it seemed, as I neared it from afar, still not so near it and more far than near, it seemed a little grey at corners and middle, as I walked for it nearer, now the grey was still greyer and presto, there was also yellow in between greys, the green was still overall green though, now seeing...

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