Heavier Poems - Poems about Heavier

...Natives interrupted Guns pointed to their chests Blown away like beautiful dandelions Into that sweltering sun Americans lollygag In their newly claimed land Under that grand old flag Slav......

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...Memories can feel like bodily extensions Memories can haunt the very oxygen I breath Memories carried around like a boat anchor Memories that felt heavier than the present Memories that gripped ......

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...Here rests the realm of the thorn-tongued truth ~ a mortal mirage of doomed pentacles, where forks and kettles speak the language of witchery, the dialects of the diabolical, listening as ......

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...My head has always been made of glass, and inside it lives a faint idea of who I am. She used to be a silhouette, but even then she wasn’t very defined. In eighth grade, I believed that she liv......

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... "When yesterdays became devoid of compassion", you became the reflection in my mirror— the darkness that cast its shadows upon my walls, the screams that woke me in the dead of night. Reach......

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...It began with a bargain on a winter night, When the cupboards were bare And hope sat idle in the corners. He came with frost on his collar, A gentleman adorned in a burgundy suit Polished al......

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...I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across......

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...you were completely comfortable being miserable like pain was a roommate like the yelling was a lullaby like love was supposed to sting, and silence meant everything was fine he broke you in ch......

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...I've carried time like a coffin — an eternity. Feels heavier than dark gravity Devotion that cruel peculiarity; in me, it shattered — clarity now it's just deathly polarity. Structured, then.........

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...Reflected grief spat back at me to bear Another load, the double of my own To take and carry, this unholy pair Then tripled, multiplied, beneath I groan. A beast of burden hauling my bloated......

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...Trust ~ a mourning sparrow f o r s a k e n in the russet rush of monstrous myths, clouding the cashmere cusp of dawn’s delicate arms~ of love’s liquefied thorn. While I trace the wrinkled ra......

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...Being a mother to adult sons is wonderful and hard and everything in between I am a hard praying, hard fighting, mama when I need to be, but I am also a soft spoken, sweet encourager when it warr......

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...Civility Somewhere, along the long road, we picked it up. It was light at first, simple and unadorned. Until we added on and changed the rules. It grew heavier, as our numbers grew, among ......

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...The Prismatic Self Premiere Contest Winner I meet myself at the edge of mirror glass— its surface holds me like a verdict; renders me in symmetry I do not trust. Do I offer brilliance,......

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...Since I first put on the greasepaint, smooth as cream on morning toast, they said I had a gift for making people laugh. Natural as breathing. Effortless as falling. Born to perform like a bird in fli......

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