Inbox Poems - Poems about Inbox

Black lives matter. Me too. Not my president. Give peace a chance. Luck runs out. I like immigrants. Power must be challenged by power. Equal and opposite reactions. God is the answer. Love is the answer. Walk on the sunny side of the street. Meat feet. Learn to drive. Wait for the train in the rain. A girl gets sick...

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How empty can an inbox possibly be? Not unlike a door..... practically off at hinges The paint is definitely peeling More than one shutter has fallen astray. One piece at a time Have you ever seen that? How old houses.... the shutters give way one slat at a time It's almost like watching a clock tick After 1 year the slat on...

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Full stop to the letter Road which meets you I was silence in a fog for years and I control the feeling like my eyes is open and you are near me as like clouds gets down to earth My emotions of love by which I make my self high road by road night by...

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My inbox are empty 13 messages there None is from you So; my inbox is empty With 13 messages in it...

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words were meant to be heard without a beat Not knockn those sitting in the seat it seems some lost there ability to see My letters reflect me I have no studio to rent But that doesnt stop my message from getting sent What happened to the stories The awareness of real world worries Are we concerned with the wrong thang How about us...

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Fancy spam emails I don’t mind nor the ones cobbled in broken English from someone who says he’s with a bank overseas and is holding money for me if I will send a small token to show my good faith. No, the spam emails that bother me are the ones that use the names of people I know well, like my daughter. Those emails I’d...

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I swear I saw her last night, About and around the block. It made me flashback to the time, When I used to be her inbox. When I could tell you, Her favorite color is blue. And she loves to argue. Born right after June. Her curls at beautiful, She has her father's smile. And she'd never tell you, About the scar above her eye. And you...

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they asking why its i, the doesn't cry frowing away from the tears,to shy its the same reason y'all don't fight when the governments acting like they always right its the fear, that somethings near, its like its right there but theres none else that even cares I get that ****, asking why i do it when i screw it up when...

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My Inbox is Empty They’re doin’ this and that Mixing ‘n mingling I’m at home Writing and wishing I open the mail Hillary wants me at her party I say okay She asks for a buck If I had a friend He’d ask how I was doing And I’d say Fine....

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Why cant i get to my inbox on mobil? The fuxk...

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words were meant to be heard without a beat Not knockn those sitting in the seat it seems some lost there ability to see My letters reflect me I have no studio to rent But that doesnt stop my message from getting sent What happened to the stories The awareness of real world worries Are we concerned with the wrong thang How about us...

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Infected email Undeliverable mail Inbox full of spam By Robb A. Kopp...

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