Fed Up Poems - Poems about Fed Up

I watch the wars that burn around us all and see nothing, Behind cold walls of hate, the silence swallows up nothing. The pain cries out in every corner, yet we hold nothing, Our hands remain unmoving, frozen in cruel nothing. We’ve lost our faces in a mirror cracked by endless nothing, Forgotten how to reach for others—we give only...

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I fed my pride by killing loves, seeking refuge in the cold of my gaze, And I accept the sentence of winter that embraces my soul with icy claws, A jester to many, an inspiration to few, I was an actor on the gods' stage, I comported myself both fearfully and nobly, seeking a truth hidden among the...

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A silver spoon or a knife They are both made out of metal One showed strife The other one disguise as a skettle The edges are sharp, the wounds are real But they don’t hurt as much as feeling unlovable “I’ll do anything for you “ is all i want to hear It got me doing the unthinkable I would...

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We are spoon-fed by touch divine, transmuting body-mind, orchestrated by God’s design, for those with love aligned. As such, without excuse, it’s up to us to choose, the flavour of our muse. By bliss beats led ~ We are spoon-fed...

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Being fed when corrupt agents gather junk sick fentanyl addicts functioning only by giving false confusion in exchange for a cup of coffee at Denny’s bus tickets from Alabama to Nashville to Chicago where informants are being tossed in front of moving cars faceless unrecognisable finally the ultimate what’s in the box it’s a human...

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. Top what hern exposed top that swollen mound ...

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they call it our independence we were never dependent they'll rape our only mothers make us repent it they'll sell our land and bomb us when we tent on it they'll condemn our freedom after forcing us to shoot for it morals are futile to the fed to the hungry well, different story —Tony O'manachain...

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You cannot take the country out of a corn-fed Iowa girl You cannot pull the straw out of her teeth You cannot take the “yahs” and replace them with “yeses”. You can try to pull her off the tractor, but she will not come easy. You can try to get her to stop eating fresh sweet corn But I would...

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my horse knees buckling ~ Hershey squirts...

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many more lies said laid with women while in bed more bull us has fed was kind and thoughtful a natural born nice guy you would want to meet Lincoln supported by many he never knew who would need much help another rumor Trump has been put to get us many more sickos death and destruction buildings torn to pieces losses and chaos...

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The tears are bursting from my eyes Still choking on your spoon fed lies From scars and pains my heart has bled No love remains from all you said The cold indifference in your voice Has left me now without a choice Our chance to reconnect is gone It's best for me to now move on And though I know my mood is...

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Fed up of giving everything I have and nothing in return. Feeling like affection is something I need to earn. I crave to cuddled to have his arms round me tight, a kiss on the forehead, a love letter, that’s how it’s supposed to be right ? All these thoughts run through my head, sleeping alone...

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#IN THE ELEVENTH MONTH, ON THE ELEVENTH DAY, I WAS BLESSED TO AWAKE AND HONOR "A SPECIAL ANGEL" ON WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN HER 81st. BIRTHDAY. THIS IS THE SUNNIEST BRIGHTEST GRANDEST DAY, GIFTED SO SWEETLY**I WISH TO SHARE MY CONVEY...ON THIS DOUBLE ONE, "SECOND TO NONE" FOR ME, SPIRITUAL EMPHATIC DAY! On November 10, 2023. I traveled...

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sweet is the nectar chosen you are a flower milkweed and aster ~ favorite blossom preference "bee" popular pollinated plants ~ borage bee come in inside me lick access my nectar juices source ~ daisies water me my patient honey bee year round my coneflower ~ provide juice for me ahh! the butterfly and bee my Blackeye Susan ~ sweet is your nectar I love beyond your...

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I manifested you through daydreams. You thought of me too, I’d later learn, But still I wonder in what colors. Once you mentioned writing together, A chance encounter, At arm’s length like you always held me. Drunk enough to love unconditionally, briefly. I see you still seventeen. Dancing queen of his own party, Who’d have his shandy and drink it too. Kitchen fridge cool...

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