Intermediary Poems - Poems about Intermediary

...I am smart And God told me this is how it is (My smartness enabling me to recognize God) And so what I say (Being what God told me) Then is correct and true And, perhaps most importantly, uniqu......

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...As summer days were waning, warm and long, I made new friends (I thought, but I thought wrong). We drank the nights away with bloodshot eyes When we were friends in drunken paradise. They let ......

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...brothers want me to be an intermediary their argument loud, their voices did carry in between the two is not where I want to be why does the family always turn and pick on me?......

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...YouTube has a plethora of spiritual videos Pseudo gurus haven Most of them are out to make a fast buck Aided by grave faces unshaven Let’s take the Tantra energy path for example With a view ......

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...Writing poems as the moods go round Captures things never within view before How nobody can tell that I'm spiralling away inside How many times I write down that I need comforting But don't tel......

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...HIS FINGERTIPS HIs fingertips brush over my shy cheek, Softly plethoring an array of wordless sound Into the unresisting ear. We two no longer strangers meet In a tactile encounter where T......

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...THE HURDLES: Explain this won't be a devour, As all this while you considered a diva. He'd set hurdles, Eva... Which's breeding woes and fever. I know you understand that's not trivial, From......

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...I'm nothing else that an intermediary between healing and disillusionment... I am unwritten verse when I'm not understood... I'm a steppe wolf howl when I provoke strangeness... I just wanted ......

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...I When the man whose blood ran as fecund streams Gave up His last breath, darkness fell like judgment It would hang from midday, one Friday, for hours At three that afternoon, at a nearby Temple ......

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...Pleasantries of passivity before the pinch of shrill cold ripples over the landscape in the suburbs of Buffalo— before its trees crispin and leaves twirl about— giggling like school girls, ripplin......

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...I'm not restless but I'm not that light ... I live beyond me, and you notice ... I live off limits and I recognize myself well ... I have beauty of unmistakable madness and the strange uglin......

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...Be if you wanna know the truth? Than look no further, as I’m living proof. Our story is epic, we are in the midst. Our novel is not yet five years old. But I promise you this. If you give her......

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...How ridiculous it would be to deliriously laugh at myself, realizing that everything I've done was just another buff... thinking that pain would be only mine. I have seen the misery an......

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...How ridiculous it would be to deliriously laugh at myself, realizing that everything I've done was just another bluff... thinking that pain would be only mine. I have seen the misery a......

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...VERSE 1: This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... I think this is the time to tell you I love you, And I don't prate to receive woefully an excuse, Even if you cling to it as unprecedented news, Noth......

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