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Illegitimate Poems - Poems about Illegitimate


Illegitimate Child
I was born in absence— not just of a father, but of the myth of one. Raised by silence, I searched for manhood in shadows and wounds. My name is Oedipus rewritten— not in fate, but in affection never given. My sister wears men like seasons, because no one taught her what protection felt like. A home is soul-architecture: a mother to nurture, a father to protect. Remove one— the child...

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Categories: illegitimate, character, child, childhood, children,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Monday Mandate
At his readiness, medley reduced to romance Pure patched with strategy, pony Rosinanthe Slick sleuth rotund from a thousand tutorials Ideality frisked into quixotic filly deplorable Avid lover Danton handles haggard hill...

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Categories: illegitimate, absence, adventure, cry, engagement,
Form: Couplet



Premium Member As the Plague Makes Its Exit
An illegitimate child of advanced technology we are told That acquired the potency to destroy our health and gold As you pack your stuff and ready to go The world has reason to be happy once more and glow As we continue to debate and bury our dead Let us unite and lighten our hearts heavy as lead Cause success...

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Categories: illegitimate, bereavement, blessing, caregiving, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Illegitimate Child
Oh Artificial Intelligence-you illegitimate child of Man--your destiny:Patricide!* © Demetrios Trifiatis 07 September 2017 * "The one who will excel in Artificial Intelligence will be the Master of the world." PUTIN. **Back just for today!...

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Categories: illegitimate, abuse, men, nature,
Form: Monoku
Illegitimate Artist Child
Being an artist. What does she see? Really? Is she part of her dreams? Or did DNA take place in her believing? Is she an original piece? Or just a hodge podge mess of family history? You tell me. What makes her artistry real? Is she really a feeling creative being? Or just a product of random desire taking? A young man in back of his car. Looking for sex. In a young girls sickness. Not looking beyond. What they've created. Wanting with an unabashed nakedness. An artist child. Ashamed of her making. Living in the world. That judges the taking....

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Categories: illegitimate, identity,
Form: Free verse




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