Inert Poems - Poems about Inert

...My husband is like a ripening pumpkin Loves to lie down inert on the ground, most of the time. Lack of exercises has made his belly bloat, Like pumpkin, that now he looks a comic sight......

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... Open Contest Vii Sponsor : Rob Carmack 21/7/25] _____________________ meet me on high in limpid luminescent sky from whence you’ll catch my twigs perhaps t......

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...Sponsor : Regina Macintosh submission : 2/7/25 _____________________ embedded in avatar’s sequential chromosomes novel_sprite_ageless___BIRTHED Soul protected simul......

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...after 'Berck-Plage' by Sylvia Plath (1) A sheet of glass, this expanse of water. How its tranquillity mocks my unrest. Bloated beachballs and balloons travel the park and......

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... My tears and ink mingle as one, I write sadness from my grief and heart; there is no stopping my words once begun, 'til my pen is empty and inert . . .......

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... In a sunlit room I sit in front of a mirror, find its still face shining as an animated entity. Intrigued by its glassy silence I ask, are you always silent? Mirror : Yes, but I’m in and ou......

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...In the labyrinth of my thoughts, an endless waltz of shadows, I step on the edges of my soul, where angels shed feathers of memories, their wings, birds of light, beating a rhythm locked in the vau......

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...Inert was morning. Tired of the day ......

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...Q Do AI humanized robots want humans to worship them or be destroyed? A Yes, they do and their creators also want to replace both humans and animals. All in the guise in saving the plane......

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... Frozen Memories now lost its value. How may I melt it, couldn't find any clue. Amused and confused, whether it was true ! That happenstance was n......

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...some words wound and some heal some words seeping down, hearts steal. some words hit hard, some deeply cut some meant to praise, but some to insult. some stay inert, dead on the lips. ......

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... The naïve life possessed by the power of desire, turns into an inanimate object, utterly inert. The buoyant being, unsuspecting and unblemished, if captured by the vicious clutch of cunnin......

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...When Death comes knocking at the door, And as the last petal finally falls, My voice will be stilled. My heart, now ticking off like a clock, Will ever be silent. My foot falls shall......

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...The less important Every TV channel carries the same news, it is as posted from a news central Trump is good, is Putin bad and no one asks about its verity by some nice people who look sincer......

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...Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile, A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair— Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry, Treads upon its ......

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