Existing Poems - Poems about Existing

All those who chatter behind my back only confirm that I'm moving forward. I don’t slow down— their criticism, their slander is my fuel. Disguised applause from those who never had the guts to walk in my place. They have no purpose but to judge—everything, all the time. Whoever is behind me will stay there until my dusk. No one lives inside...

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Existence is order or chaos bound And forever marred with uncertainties Until we're planted six feet under ground We travel between the eternities...

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"Raining in Summer" Contest Sponsor: Ink Empress 3rd Place "Raindrops" Contest Sponsor: Jcb Brul 2nd Place It's raining. Well, it was at least. I'm just a nobody in their parents' garage witnessing the aftermath. And it's raining. After so long. I love the rain. The way it clears the air. Makes it thin. Thinner. Easier to breathe. And savour the taste. It's on my tongue now. Pinewood and...

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As I gaze the stars at night Bright diamonds twinkling, Minuscule within this space And life no inkling... Yet inspiration stirs my soul And vision all is mine To express the massiveness Universe divine. The cosmos and my inner core Life entwined is pleasant As past has gifted all to be Harmonious and present....

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law sound of traditional drums - hapiness flies highly like eagle....

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The biggest question of language in text book demands, Primarily, -Are you diaper trained? Secondly, -I do not care about your Brest fed strength. DAMN! And all I will show you that I can afford a display board live and 24 hour befitting services For sisterhood, for brotherhood, Holy Garbage and trivial Garbage Michelle with...

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Sealed emotions, needing escape. Like a cancer out of control, hate and anger eat at my soul. The love we shared, has died. Right now we are both alive. Seeing you sparks my fuse, and I am ready to explode. This house is not a home. I have shelter from the storm. But I don't...

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Life is like a poetry, having the deepest meaning; It has rhythm and beauty, as well as form of something. Form: Tanaga...

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There was confusion and devastation followed by a feeling of extreme desperation as I longed for rejuvenation so as to go back into the world that I once knew a world where equanimity was so true. But this I was helpless to achieve just as I was not able to foresee all that was in store for me and as I tried to understand through a...

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The tears left marks on her face. The lines of stress still present. They stole her life from our hands, not a trace of the beautiful person that was living. The tears cried on these streets. Us lowly, poor people existing not living. They stole so much from our lives. Lives now hand to mouth, always begging. They crushed...

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He died for freedom and the righteous cause of liberty. He gave up his own life so others could enjoy liberty. "OOH What a lucky man he was. OOH What a lucky man he was.....Nobody could save him so he laid down and he died."*** The Short Story.*** "Oh What a Lucky Man he was."*** He died alone with no...

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Oh! What a wonderful world of fantasy fiction. Especially "the wonderful world Disney. What A very special remarkable place to be. "It is Truly the happiest place on earth." What a pleasant day to spend the daytime, noontime and nighttime! Day dreams could become the most remarkable Things more precious than sparkling diamonds Of Stars in the midnight sky. They could be more...

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Pray, If Existing requires it that we suffer, That we gain not that which we seek, That the lump on our heart keeps getting heavier, Have you ever wondered If it might be simply because The Power who created us Might be suffering as well? Maybe It suffers for reasons known to itself, Maybe It be an artist who cannot find its meaning In a...

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You can't miss what never exist From time of birth you were never around. Once you do come around. Your treatment become a pass around From one chick to another like a harlot house of practice. You tell your lies for attention and to get laid. You win they heart and they tell you they need to get paid. While...

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I don't know how much longer I can survive surrounded by those that hurt me and lie. Is it considered suicide if you just give up and die? I have never been so alone I thought the cracks in me would begin to heal. But they are reopened daily pain is all I can feel. Is it...

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