Generic Poems - Poems about Generic

Eye (a generic happy go lucky arachnid) hope(d) for a miracle Harken and cue lyrics to All I Need Is a Miracle Song by Mike + The Mechanics. Aye, a quizzical hunky-dory spied re: anomaly doth attest forsooth to see himself as a mister re: wordsmith, with whimsical much about ado about nothing to write, who hoped for a miracle within the blink of...

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One generic baby boomer, (a garden variety sexagenarian)... offers his interpretation of critical race theory I, (an articulate, charming, domesticated, erudite, friendly, genteel, humorous, intelligent, kind, learned, male, albeit modest – married) with freshly clipped formerly gnarly toenails discounts the popularized myth encompassing world wide webbed historical events despite being taught Northern Europeans owned preeminent supreme paradigm, whereby hegemony instituted, enforced, and blanketed upon conquered peoples. Blissful...

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Yours truly does readily confess the following poem crafted more or less approximately a year ago, when coronavirus (COVID-19) wrought havoc creating global mess when panic against collective temple did press a feeling of melancholy and world-weariness. Along luscious green acres banks steep grade (in close proximity to Petticoat Junction) naturemade Perkiomen Valley watershed, verdant landscape displayed yours truly, (a garden variety proto human) arrayed solely donning birthday suit, whose...

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Along luscious green acres banks steep grade (in close proximity to Petticoat Junction) naturemade Perkiomen Valley watershed, verdant landscape displayed yours truly, (a garden variety proto human) arrayed solely donning birthday suit, whose fifty plus shades hair gone grayed, i.e. one infinitesimal measly mortal whiles away hours, laid back days of his life as the world wide web turns comprising second decade of twenty first century civilization, where coronavirus veritably...

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It seems that minutes after Halloween, before we’ve even seen the first bits of snow, the Christmas movies are flooding our screens, and I think we know how they’ll all go. Start with an actress that’s half-forgotten, who in teen films once took off her clothes, or maybe someone from and old sit-com, the kind all the critics pretend to loathe. Then start...

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Derek and Eric said I'm Generic, a weird name but I'll wear it, I'm cool, it's epic, Generic's so original like the South Park ginger kid, "gingers have souls bluur". MC Generic the genius generates with DJ Cliche real name Lee Shay from Vichy, genre Generic-king, begin the journey blurting my name, "Generic Jackson" they say, Generic's...

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thinking with my head voice while speaking with my speaking voice while texting with my sign language finger tips that often play chords on my string strung wooden box that occupies my singing voice all happening all at the same time as elevator musak in a different time signature not knowing if i'm going up or down or stuck on one floor...

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Thought the pieces wouldn’t come together? Rewind back to what I said in the beginning. You told me as well. Genuine but generic right? You don’t get many points playing a fool for a fool. I was the jester wearing the crown of no king it has always been tin foil. There’s no intermission it...

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Love no more a cold smile Touch never again the reach beyond Far has become close Yet not close enough No one is “normal” Everyone pretends Most attempts to conform every idea of similar Difference is Fear’s shadow All have run, away, away, away Eyes drown more than once in jacuzzi temperature tears Tongues fail to bench press teeth Silence...

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Generic Love For The Bakery Couple butcher went to bed with his cookie cutter and baker opened her oven for his flutter a recipe mix and bake generic love to shake dough rises bringing cake mold to shutter connie pachecho 8/4/17...

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Breathe in. Out. A chore for yourself. Lungs fill slow, Too slow. You're impatient. Don't exhale. Hold it in. Let the breathe become part of you. The only clean part of you. Hold it in until hazy. Dry lungs, don't fall down. Let go now... Breathe out. In....

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Oppressed by you, your state, your religion So you think you good, kind and Superior But I find you cruel, arrogant and callous But that is just in my view, what do I know? You control the language that describes pain But there is no for me in its grid, or how I feel My soul is ripped from my...

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generic minds listen to generic music have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive watch generic things talk about generic things gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease better get your flu shot thats what they said to me a suicidal vaccine a subliminal killing spree its contagious and the outrageous thing about it is that the people are blind in an...

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You beg to breath in my emotions To get high off of my thoughts So sure it's something you can handle I'm not so confident in the strength of your "lungs" For the term, "smoking you out" is a very great understatement I've considered letting it all out But I can't get the image of you choking on my insanity out...

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Little do I care if bleach is generic Or if fabric softener or detergent Some bad personality flaws become chronic Little do I care, if well you really meant What brings me care is negative remarks spoken_ Harsh words pour forth like rain released kinetic Energy, power released never to be unbroken Words that leave my heart's state of being semantic Semantic=Affected role...

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