I Do Not Know Poems - Poems about I Do Not Know

There was a dreary blip in my life I feared two depressing outcomes The first, hell I separate myself from societal pressures I accept who I am I let go of all that abuse that has kept me who I was I let go of hiding behind a hundred carefully tailored masks Just so one may approve of me But in return I risk...

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Rain Icey teardrops Dripping slowly down the panes Like a bitter honey As though my brick home is suddenly flooded with bittersweet memories Death The reaper Who shines in the midnight hour like an eroding candle Finally shared with me the news As he took some of my suitcases with him With no farewell He climbed aboard his melancholy chariot “A stage of life,” he said And took...

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Sky shining like a golden medallion Colorful as a vibrant rainbow Not just red, white and blue Love flowing from the rivers Cascading down like waterfalls Suppressing, drowning corruption Under foamy soft suds Guilt be forgotten Sin be forgiven Imprisoned is the evil Which lies deep in every flesh Fettered, ball and chain Judgeless hearts roam freely Addiction leaves at once A land so peaceful and full of freedom For...

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It's been an hour and ten days The time since you went away It's been a torture for me then The feeling is like I'm a neglect Everyday seems a dull moment It's gloomy, I can't concentrate I'm alone, I can't done my work As if there's no life in all I see The colors around me all dark Every food I eat has...

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I shall rest a time while the sun catches her breath under the shade of the willow tree, where withered bones beds down and majestic roots rise from below her inviting grave. A dry smile as beauty weeps, at last I feel at home. We compare old scars fresh battle wounds lores of nimble limbs my thoughts swimming in the reflection of the moon til all beauty is...

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Q: Who is the young man who takes care of a child with no parents? A: Little orphan's manny. Q: How can a meth addict contact his supplier more quickly? A: Put him on speed dial. Q: What is the sharpened pole upon which the "sea eagle" impaled himself? A: A tern pike. Q: What do you call a sheet of...

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Being with the wrong person Will only torment each other But if it's the right person No matter how long they been apart They eventually meet again. Being with the wrong person Freedom is always a fight But if it's the right person The fight is a happy growth And you will become stronger....

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I am a lone foreigner alocated in an exotic landscape with nothing but the foaming blue tides of duvet that I rythmically sway with like the sweet branches of spring. I stand, bend, sit on the salty lips of that ocean. however the shallow has never been my comfort zone so I fling myself into...

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my arms remained open, but you were no where to be found. I tried ignoring you and the blood that claimed we were bound. retreat is a step away but my feet won't listen, inflated with loneliness I questioned you from that glass you glistened. you never answered. still with open arms, I asked you...

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My shadow still lingers closely, Though only from behind. There's no more leading shadow, All that's left, is die... As I lead our way through, the turbulent times ahead; My shadow hides behind me, until It knows that I am Dead... As I look upon these stones, scattered across this land, Most of which I knew and...

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There is no easy way to just submit No quiet way to shout “I F N quit” Accept defeat and in your corner sit What happened to the man who started it Things always look darkest just before they turn totally black Never trust a smiling cat A paint can and brush sat on the bench The sign read…GO AHEAD….I DARE YA Just...

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Planted on coarse grounds Without water, air and the sun He questions his existence Continually tossed by violent storms In an habitat of weeds that contest his survival Like an insect which fears the exterminator The anxiety of this conciousness blinds his scenery Constantly facing the threats of a wild life Growing without prunning Flooded by a community of traumatizing adventures The tales of his...

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How can we not have this conversation where footprints of the poor vanish beneath the boots of investors, and the river sings only to those who can afford its luxury? In Chobe, the elephants roam free, but people walk caged in poverty. We call it coexistence when tusks are protected, but mothers bury their sons gored near neglected kraals. And no one...

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I accidentally burned my breakfast toast. I gave a thirty minute monologue on this heinous crime. To what’s left of the crust, I stared, then cursed, then laughed so hard the room shivered and in the echoes— Surprise! I found the voice I choked for being ‘inappropriate’— —Time to toast. I was startled by my cracked laughter, as the cat groomed herself indifferently witnessing my twenties spent...

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i feel them lie their brushes down, theyre finally done painting my portrait, years of hard work, finally done my portrait, a finale -- one of many! however, i glance at this portrait, it looks nothing like me the face that stares back is just a mere reflection of me in fact, its all wrong this portrait stares back at me it makes me rather uncomfortable it...

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