Incomplete Poems - Poems about Incomplete

I can feel my heart like a sponge having the fluids squeezed out of it held in a tight grip that does not relent the breaths I take are small my chest is too compressed I am broken into pieces, fragmented every piece different part of me trying to put myself back together but there are pieces I just cannot pick up when...

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When the night dies and the horizon blushes with dawn's light, I look around myself to find you by my side... And all of a sudden everything falls back into their places, Like pieces of a haphazard puzzle completed by your warm embraces. ...

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How did this happen lying in bed feeling nothing being nothing incomplete....

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You are the dream, I dared to see, albeit knowing my somber eyes might be daydreaming for a while. You are the song, I dared to sing, hoping the world won't comprehend your imperfect lyrics the way I did. You, calm as evening breeze, I let you touch my soul, when mundane days of life made me look for left pieces of peace, You, my broken beloved, I...

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"Incomplete" I drown in your love there is another world underneath in the depths of your kiss our minds meet caressing along curves silky blue the satine currents azure sky and storms I see me open and reflected in you tasting the rolling rapture reaching your crystalline bed diving for pearls you are a coded parable worth exploring a fathomless ocean with tides calling me incomplete unfathomable your movements inconsistent consistently immovable (LadyLabyrinth...

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Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent... therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why? Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered, and mortally wounded prepubescent, I consider myself analogously buttressed, cocooned, garrisoned (for bing keeler), hardened, insulated, where cell baited jumping frog o' Montgomery County ne'er went leaving larvae stage, now no divine providential power can assuage, yours truly metaphorically locked within invisible iron bound cage every occasion to...

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human condition feeling a sense of lack seeks change and so strives we are here wish to be elsewhere but imagination too is limited analysis is paralysis so best cease thinking and mindfully begin feeling unfed ego recedes light of our soul dawns we restart life from the scratch...

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Redolent, posh lyrics have hidden flaws. Surrounded by a rusty sapphire sanctuary That dampened the beauteous bronze glow. Gold-sparkly afterglows can be sumptuary. Surrounded by a rusty sapphire sanctuary with acidic pollens and nervous neon wisps Gold-sparkly afterglows can be sumptuary. built an array of dark and wicked tale tips. With acidic pollens and nervous neon wisps Where platinum wings are tightly encased, built by...

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Life is with halves replete, No one real thing complete, As things gladly deplete And these sadly repeat: Someone could include heat And a drunk wet soil peat I : a rock-n-roll beat And clothes sewn from long sheet, Because they at last shrink And go ahead to stink; My prestige starts to sink… Things have been incomplete And often this we meet....

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Keep your morning informed With a piece of newspaper Stay connected with the rest of the world Besides your small confined self-centred world Stay up-to-date with The critical news The breaking news The latest news The in-depth reports Like dropping a bombshell into a dull world But news can't simply be surfaced Without evidence of a witness Or some physical proofs Or else it will...

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Is it true there’s a balance in death when one gives birth? Can you imagine a life without death? It’s not much fun for a dog without rabies, Imagine a world without enemies… What actually is pleasure without pain? Is it wise enough to make sales without gain? What other reason has philanthropy if not fame? How can I shoot points when...

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they climb the hills fast plants trees blooms birds animals ... we stand still and watch 16 March 2022...

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Feeling incomplete and confined In darkness, we flounder Try as we might, truth not divined Head and heart asunder If we choose, to be still God’s touch, all voids does fill Bliss then does overspill Singing out of beat Feeling incomplete 02-December-2021 Quietus ...

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A knock, knock from the shadow box rattles raw-boned words that collapse and flail in another scribbled knot that snags in straining throat and slackened mouth. I have lost my train crash of thought in that desolate transmission so many times my faltering breath simply rolls over and plays dead like an obedient and desperate puppy. On hidden shelves they wetly sit...

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