In Front Poems - Poems about In Front

Smiles a plenty Under the veil of malice intent Healthy love and support Just a disguise for abusive behaviour All the moments we see as beautiful Just a front for growing dissent in the home Dresses, Suits, shirts and ties Expected Uniform of joy and of heaviest heartbreak It's too far to travel either way Too far gone in the eyes of societal gods All...

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Garage door opener Ice cream carton Pencil, erasers, pencil sharpener Magazines Tv remote Gummie pills Magic markers Towel Black sock Gray sandal Sketch pad Twinkie wrapper Snickers bar Kleenexes Washrag Comb Tape measure Scissors Toenail clippers Green hoodie Small table inside my front door...

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Easy to look back at a life that rolled along A joyful stream of melody each day a brand-new song Yet today I wonder ...

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The feeling I have and feel is hard to explain, I can see in your eyes you’ve been threw so much pain, but I want to know the little things. I wanna kiss you in the rain. I want to hold you and tell you it’ll all be okay, and I want you to believe the things...

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Bent in front of Him,bow down If not bent for Him then for whom you? Who lays in milk-sea with sneak-crown, With four-arms ,yellow -dressed in dew. In one arm He has the knowledge book In second He has his unique arm, Third and fourth lotus and weapon took, I prayer to Him to end woes and harm. Being mindless I prayer...

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In front of your birthday cake, you divide your life into slices, and each slice bears a face, etched with the marks of the time it belongs to. A knife on the platter is your portion, sharp edges cutting the icing so gently, like your skin, that you cannot call it violence. It’s not contrast, but distance, measured and...

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the medical obstruction of justice as opposed to the medical obstruction to justice logic and logical assembly of sentences without derivations nor deviations as i am not the team but the expression of free speech as i am not property, yet i am anothers possession another right is violated, the medical oath is not licensable as the incision into...

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Skinny kids Wrinkled clothes Crooked windows Non-symmetrical Snowman slightly off center The “Olds” Wrinkled fenders A round-headed driver A teetering toboggan Hanging from its roof The artists Sipping hot cocoa ...

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Outside, by my front door, I count twelve things. Can you count more? When I go out to take the air, a snail and butterfly greet me there, and I always see someone - a lizard out in the sun. A spider plucks his silvery strings which he also uses to catch flies and things. Uhoh, the snail is going somewhere, but a caterpillar beats...

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{"Hadn’t you known, or care to acknowledge that I am wholly fond of my life as of right now? I’m in love with the lighting that shoots and grazes my neighbor's balcony as I sit in front of my own, just by looking or glancing or stealing a glimpse at the projection of lights that...

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. she undresss’d front mine bare ...

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shopping shopping shopping ...

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Her grandfather called her to their front yard, “Come here, my child.” “I want to show you how to mend this net,” he said tenderly, his fingers weathered like the ropes he held, gnarled and worn like ancient driftwood. But her gaze drifted towards the horizon the pull of its horizon stronger than the weight of his quiet hopes. “I don’t want to...

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They’re filming* in front of my building, Equipment all over the place. The crew members milling in bunches; Huge trailers invading the space. It’s cool to hear “Roll ‘em!” and “Action!” And know that one day on TV, The place where I live will be featured, With actors appearing, not me. It isn’t a common occurrence So nobody minds all the fuss. Tomorrow we neighborhood...

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In a crowded room filled with high society, and In the facade of decadence, plays the Back Street Symphony Winos falling asleep covered in yesterdays news A lone saxaphone player, playing the blues Neon signs and desinger lines are giving him his cues He says "I've paid my dues" I've got front row tickets to mainstreet Walkin' by, don't know who you'll...

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