In(A) Poems - Poems about In(A)

Do you Think They noticed me? I mean I noticed Them Perfectly Perfect The epitome Of beauty Without lifting a finger Their skin As clear As my delusions Why did I Pick This dress? How did I Walk out of the house With the smile of “I look pretty”? They must think This bow in my hair Looks...

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Written: July 2, 2025, for contest by: Sara Jama *********************** Ashen, wispy shades flicker awash in caliginous candlelight. His dark eyes peek out from beneath his lustrous, silky black hair, While her azure orbs hide behind long, flowing ebony locks. Bare bodies wobble In hindrance. We can no longer find words. The world...

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when i was 8 i made myself wear the title “broken” i fully believed that i was a mistake, and that i didn’t deserve to live i’ve lost count of how many times i’ve tried to take my life when i was a kid but it was a lot at 13, i tried to commit 4 times the pills that i...

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One day we live, love, and die, in a labyrinth of illusions and lies, Each waits, without time to choose among the shadows that creep in, Truth wanders like a lost echo through the crumpled pages of the world, Despair feeds on deep silences, like a bottomless well. One day we give new names to old thoughts, like a...

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(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil) In A World of Our Own Making Everywhere I look I see what I see Through a lens of my own making A composite fly-eye’s view Of everything I have ever seen, Heard, touched, felt and known A world of my own making in constant flux. Everything is thus a filtered projection To a kaleidoscopic mind And...

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For you I am an open book Read me as you will Nothing hidden, take a look Until you get you fill Around the block, experienced In many different things I'll show them to you one by one I'll start by tuning strings...

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All in shape shifter within nothing firm no direct plans in motion just live can't plan don't know where I stand following the wave don't feel really safe is this growth? over the top you came in romantic gestures convincing but in real life you want me one way and I feel it's that way or the highway except you came to me ohh ohhh ohhhh ohhh ohhhh ohhhh chased me down followed me everywhere and when...

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She died in a body she hated Her last memory was watching herself get assassinated How she died isolated Surrounded by a see of white faces Who stood there being witnesses To something that would be talked about across the ages Her blood had painted the pavement The cop stood there admiring his painting She died in a body...

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I'm not like you you're not like me on that you and I we can agree but strange to say and there's no mystique Snap! we're really all the same in that... we are all unique! ...

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When you're in a rush almost every light is red Part of the problem is not wanting to get out of bed Fooling around and doing everything at last minute Rush hour isn't rushing when your out there in it Some things feels as if it requires too much time Stopping on a dime isn't happening at stop signs The normal...

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I should be going somewhere, I should be doing something, And be living a meaningful life But I'm not, instead I'm just Floating, floating, floating in a buoy; Here is where I am Drifting nowhere near to anywhere And I'm distant, close to nothing Distant and drifting Floating, floating, floating in a buoy; I don't know why I'm content With choosing less than the best For myself,...

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It’s a timeless art to sit still Be an old geezer One who bore nine children Or a private who fought Hitler Or be an indoor cat, jailed for life Put your smartphone down Mute the vibrating in your heart Chips stole how to be alone Divided the setting sun into seconds Be kind to geezers who gave you freedom They hold the art...

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Melody In A Drought I feel horizontal. No motivation. Absent from society. Sometimes we need leisure. Avoid people. Just isolated. Sometimes self-doubt. Pondering a new poem. Melody in a drought. Sometimes I have no energy. Thoughts fading. Need another cup of coffee. Mind in a haze. Behind with my writings. Empty pages never ending. Consumed...

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In a sweet silence, I sit beside the elderly who have known time as an old friend, And I feel how their presence is like an open window to memories carefully wrapped, Their words flow slowly, like a river winding through the stones of a life lived, Their eyes wander between sky and earth, searching in worlds only...

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You put me in a box— 'Cause that’s what makes you comfortable. You put me in a box— 'Cause that’s what makes you strong. You put me in a box And tell me That’s where I belong. You put me in a box To keep me Contained. Controlled. You put me in a box To strip away my soul. You put me in a box And seal it up...

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