Indignations Poems - Poems about Indignations

...Too long since we met, and now too late; words, misplaced in anger, at some point turned inwards into bitter silence. Small infractions soon expand to chasms in the sleepless, fetid, endless nigh......Read the rest...

...The Empirical Veneers of Decency and Acceptance It’s funny how perceived intelligence Is not necessarily a measure of true smarts How the genius, the barrister and the eloquent Can miss the ......Read the rest...

...Wise Postulations of Existance for The Damned Solitude the pathway for self authentication Interludes of what to say in the process of individuation Attitudes of slow decay born from ill-conside......Read the rest...

...All answers affect aspirations By belittling bygone barbarizations Constantly criticizing correlations Defined dumbfounded dictations Edicts evaporate everyone's expectations Foregone frustratio......Read the rest...

...no one understands me i doubt they ever will they cannot see inside and tell me how i feel my head remains my prison dual windows to look out you only see a mirror reflecting your own doubt if yo......Read the rest...

...On a reminiscing of a poet I thought I would make a call But on searching for this name sake I was left appalled The name "Silent One" was clearly there to be seen But of all his works - i......Read the rest...

...Keith Hubbard Free Write 18 January 2011 I concur with the sentiment and truth of Coll’s article. The lines this is an awareness renewed. black, white, redefined reality. levels of preparation.......Read the rest...

...I am but a mere child clinging to my mother s breast Sucking out the love she has inside, as it makes me Dizzy as if I am high. The warmth and nourishment that it gives Gets me stronger – with th......Read the rest...

...Opus Mysticus Let us enter... and be silent. My insanity hangs on the wall with all the other Van Goghs. Sleeping snugly between semen stained sheets and saliva creased pillow cases. Inundations an......Read the rest...

...I I knew a time when my sister, tall and fair with her sage sense of humor, dull and non-existent Seemed positively, metallic, blessed with flowing shackles, a gift, extended only to me. ......Read the rest...

...My mind, tis restless, my thoughts are in the obscure, Often wandering aimlessly, Where is the direction, the course that I should follow? Alas tis lost. Is it, that I must search, life’s often ......Read the rest...