Futile Poems - Poems about Futile

I accept you for what you are, what you’re not and who you’ll become . I want to know your thoughts so we can ponder collectively. I want to feel the warmth from your embracement giving me comfort and security. I want you to seek refuge and shelter within me. I want my name to...

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Leisurely running Scrumptious donuts and ice cream Pounds pile on me ...

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In the depths of my mind, futile thoughts intertwine, Information loses its form, seeking to become knowledge, But knowledge is not wisdom, merely an endless road, Shrouded in the mist of truth it cannot touch, Truth, an illusion that knows no beauty, And beauty, a shadow of love that cannot sing. And love, a dream shattered by the reality of music, Music,...

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Not even nothing.. A showing that words Even the word nothing Cannot express This Which cannot be Expressed.. A Preface to every Use of words.. Discouraging and Encouraging..OK This is nothing.. Perfect and futile......

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WHAT'S COMFORT? The way you hold me when the world suppress the warm touch when the anxiety triggers pulling me out of the darkness of hollowness telling me to seek comfort from you. Being the sun of my dark sky when I can't find the ray of hope. The way you clean the food bites around my mouth while I...

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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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The uphill climb, rigorously relentless with ambling ambitions and schematic stratagem, blueprinted blatantly on the blank parchment of mind, sketched skillfully with chameleon color shift, transiently transfixed. The gripping gravity of transcendental time of the loaded past pulls back incessantly the present instants, fastens in retrospect the incoherent network of faltering footsteps at the refurbished root of existential essence. The intent inertia of living force creates proactive causal momentum of tumultuous...

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Spider webs woven into that guitar, soft music will echo and hang around; The audience an unsuspecting fly tries to wiggle held tight by a grimoire; Souls become lost and can never be found; It will not fail over time they comply, something in the air sedates what is shrill; Quiet now it’s not so bad being bound; Your submission you...

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I pull...tear my heartstrings Rip and maul like a wild beast Why, oh why do I do this Why does love never stay I treat love so divine I give the elusive goddess the sweetest creams The ripest fruits and the clearest waters All my longing is hers All my songs and poems and sonnets I write and write and write and yet...

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Why walk broken streets? Your Highness, the crown is gone! No good can fix this....

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In a robotic voice I’d mimic the famous line Re-sis-tance is fu-tile It always made me chuckle chuckle that is until today I understand now it’s so much more than just a phrase from sci-fi movies I see you resisting the inevitable Resisting because it’s not fair because it’s not right Resisting with all your might and you’re angry I’ve often found that when Life takes with one...

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Superbly Pretty Pretty dance of laser fire Multi coloured megawatt beams Frying all they touch Superbly pretty yet evil Beyond Hell the capability Fired from orbiting spaceships Close to a planet Or a galaxy away Up close is good See the results The planet melts People are gas It's over fast...

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All Putin’s Fault The man cries No more wife No more child No more family No more home No more Ukraine No more happiness Huge bomb craters All Putin’s fault...

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finds yours truly groveling along February third 2022, never linkedin - analogous to stray animal without being befriended, thus I don't belong survival instincts taught yours truly the necessity acting courageous and headstrong even if necessary to stare down King Kong, who actually shows me respect such that every now and again we play a game of ping pong and on a...

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Yours truly dug deep with bony strength in tandem with fantasy notions know king around in figurative heady toboggan noggin like cranial carapace to muster every ounce of strength in an effort to escape chronic confrontation with endless streak of bleakness. Although cursed with brutish, nasty, and short nefarious fate as a measly looking human varmint, this...

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