Indignations Poems - Poems about Indignations

...My soul’s confession knows no ordinary penance—nor knows, nor feels, another mind the nebulating sorrows therein maligned—. I doubt my own can judge the cemetery of bygone thoughts, dead dreams......

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...This life Yet again, Trump has been targeted for assassination  it has gotten to the point where one feels sympathy  for this brave man, whose many flaws have become a bull's for this, I blame ......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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

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...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......

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...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.......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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. ......

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...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 ......

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