Layer Poems - Poems about Layer

I no longer want to be a child, for those years carry a thick layer of forgotten dust, where every corner hides a room where I learned to forget how to breathe, and memories are like shadows dancing silently on the walls of time. Returning would mean shattering myself on the same silent and cold corners, on the same...

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Scrape away, at a life. You just weren’t given any real instructions – so, you scrape like a carpenter at grey washed walls, wanting to peel off old paint – old memories, in your head you scrap away the talk back – that little squirrel inside the trunk of your head it scrapes. You scrape and scream, you scrape and feel the muscle of...

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as long as I see the sky ~ all life’s protected by an ozone ply...

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I sat beneath my bench near my bed, drew a picture for Ms. Pale I wanted to give her. Mommy came in:,, Honey, for what is that for?" ,, Ms. Pale" My mom said she was my favorite teacher back then. Rarely I remembared anything of her. ,, She was like a mother figure for you" I wonder why. Cause I do...

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Mediocrity, Excellence two shores Waves of Efforts connecting shores Surf on tide, swim against flow of ocean Be ashore leveraging art of propulsion Mediocrity, a reality, almost repulsive Excellence, a rarity, almost elusive Race of Excellence, making man a rat Each gnawing at other to breast the tape Peaks exist because of bottom layers Underneath layers vital for peak to...

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A LITTLE LAYER OF HAPPINESS IT'S SOMETIMES LIKE A CAKE WITHIN IT ALWAYS BEARS A MOLD WITHOUT IT LEAVES YOU QUIET WITH WISHES FROM CARES YOU HOLD A LAYER OF FROSTING OF LIFE A SLICE OF LOVE AND CHEER ...

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the skin says it all it's disorder white sheet - dirty spot irritation of inconvenient tissues discomfort from peeling off rough things the sweet scent that drives away or icy sound of unwanted voices what overlaps everything this extra layer another mountain to climb I preferred the blindness of phones just your beta voice for my alpha voice I don't expect the resurrection of smiles I don't think...

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Beautiful things encapture me, As though I am within glass, Ice blue eyes, A weakness of mine, The way he smiles, Another layer of glass, I should not feel such things, Blurred behind so many layers, Isolated by such a man, Taken so abruptly, Only to be cast away just as fast, Another layer of glass between us, A beautiful thing I must lay to rest, My heart...

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The poet begins the reading 'I'm sentimental if you know what I mean.' 'Oh, that's good!' I thought about this cuckoo hissing At the Botanical Gardens He'd also mediated on the stratosphere That sponge up above Accordingly, so did I too Footslogging around the museum I took a sufti at my phone by the toilets A headline caught my attention Liverpool to sack Jürgen...

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Big Job There's a big job breaking out Time for smelling salts and focus There is no magic wand this time No top-hat hocus pocus Time to wheel out heavy gear Flex our muscles and get busy Pick ourselves a loyal team With dreams so high they're dizzy There's a big job breaking out And it's clear we need to fix...

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The Layer Cake We are a skewed birthday cake, generations of lopsided layers baked badly by ancestors of fervent but defective intent, teetering atop the stale and dried out. The layers descend into the past, inedible and mostly forgotten while we the temporary top deny bad ingredients and tiltings and frosting with crème cruel. We concoct the next tier with hope and even love but use a...

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north-west wind bitter fresh layer of snow on ground seeking warm shelter...

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Embedded beneath the subconscious layer, when the nascent eyes open to the first light as mortal journey begins with nothing in sight, the call waits with ordained words, ‘come here’. The call lies dormant and unheard deep within, as the murmuring stream of life flows slowly by, the cacophony of time mounts on the pitch high, the words lurk behind the music...

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"APOCALYPSE!" We are slowly but surely leaning towards the final hour though it feels more like a hoax, It is upon us. The subliminal signs in the sky heralding the days, lurking stealthily for its prey... we wont see it, we wont heart it and it will strike whilst we slumber or is it? All will run for cover , But it will...

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another layer of flesh another layer of flesh just keep looking into the greenery part ing my eyes you will see past another layer of flesh tested ?...

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