Living Poems - Poems about Living

Hyperbole hubris Venal penal Avarice abyss Bucolic tonic? Ironic…sardonic Or Vitriolic bliss mate! Mendacious salacious Algorithm schism Audacious outrageous Vicarious or nefarious Whatever geography Clever hagiography Moderate.. no berate Generate..venerate hate Casting various sordid spells Schadenfreude morbid void Everlasting..well..it sells well (swell) But Despotism urges Nepotism Surges of Plutocracy Merges with scourges of Kleptocracy Purges meritocracy...dirges of Democracy So Resist narcissists trysts Reminisces.. enlighten..persists Sagacious benevolent gracious times Redolent without malicious vicious Murky mucky malevolent mists...

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hairline chasm threads cobweb white through obsidian— wrapped around carved names once warm on living tongues. those who lived visit with heads down, pretending it’s superstition— not guilt. not memory. not fear of love ending abruptly in a plot...

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I'm still alive cos living’s my bad habit And like a bird is used to feel the saving sky I’m used to live on autopilot so won’t rub it With multiplying the essential reasons why But disappointment gets too huge to handle Got to bargain myself a little beggar mind To think more highly of the immigration ramble As if...

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Breath becomes a fight, World's weight presses on the chest, Longing to break free. ©bfa051725 ...

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cheese croissant and café au lait at a cobblestone street bakery on boulevard du Montparnasse soaking in the sun and the vibes of a parisian sunday morning...

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I sit and I wait Wait for your return Have I done enough My tummy starts to turn I don’t know when it will happen or why I want to stay but here is all I’ve wanted, since I’ve been away. I look for my home, but home is in the past. Now everything is broken,gone and I’m the last....

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i don’t make memories, i renew my lease on time and call it a win. haven’t been on a spontaneous trip in years unless you count the time i blacked out in the shower and came to five minutes later with shampoo in my ears and a new fear of God. people only talk about living. but i think breathing counts, too. so...

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Record high today for April 9th Supposed to be 75 this afternoon Dogs and I are sitting on our Kansas porch Bird speak echoes off the forest shelves Surrounded by woods and water We listen to the lively tweets Sound of a jet plane disturbs us briefly Silence again except for the excited wrens and robins Cardinal flies by...

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I know you wish for a place to be, hidden in the mist, silent as the sea. No fear, no hope, no questions asked. where the nights are not heavy and darkness don't last. could you trade this place For your favourite song? the throbbing of your heart as you run towards the dawn....

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Something dreadful is reflected in this scene Could be she's seen death in a horrid dream, or perhaps a relapse of an affliction or addiction has left her crestfallen, in an insentient state with the blood of her sin dripping from her eyes. In vines, she's entangled for having sat so long Grieving for whatever tragedy has gone wrong. Entwined in living...

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A rose upon the vine too soon will fade; no matter if the bloom is bleak or fair, its petals drop, no matter what their shade and lie forlornly in the garden there. A rose is just a flower and no more. Its blossom time of hours far too few; once petals fade, there’s no one to restore that graciousness and...

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As bedtime approaches, an inexplicable sadness settles in, morphing into frustration with the morning light. The weight of getting out of bed feels crushing, but the summer heat eventually forces me up. I put on a brave face for the kids and start my day, though the silence feels suffocating. The thought of depression creeps in,...

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The scriptures whisper of silent tombs/ Of wisdom buried, lost in gloom/ But I rise, carved from the night/ A witness to the truths concealed in blight/ They say the grave is thoughtless dust/ Where knowledge falters, fades to rust/ Yet voices linger past the veil/ The echoes of the lost prevail/ For darkness harbors secrets deep/ And silent lips still stir and speak/ Their...

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illusion of a palmful of pills and confirmation clicks for the make-believe bliss leave a mocking kiss on my delusional cheeks smile for the lover's hiss because everybody sleeps at the point the lies will blow out of your lips then he stopped caring without an early notice dry drawn hearts and unpaid fees forever comes a long road, difficult to...

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The light of the sun Is a pleasure to enjoy It brightens the soul....

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