Long Clipboards Poems
Long Clipboards Poems. Below are the most popular long Clipboards by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Clipboards poems by poem length and keyword.
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Charlexes Fabels
Gardenor
A Mexican sweat is just a teepee with a fire made hotter and a rock placed where
you can pour the water on the hot rock to make some steam come up and they...
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Categories:
clipboards, on work and working, people, places, science
Form:
Prose Poetry
Civil War
it finally was acknowledged as a problem. something has gone wrong
we must LOOK BACK retrace our steps and explain why exactly
this corpse is still moving. hold the clipboards tightly- what should
have been told to us...
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Categories:
clipboards, allegory, angst, life, people, philosophy, teen, time,
Form:
Free verse
House Keeping
After she left the house for realities unknown,
the abandoned rooms hollowed out
small discrete spaces for her to rest within
should she ever return.
Buses still stopped next door,
sparrows hopped over the stalks of phantom roses,
Eventually, Girl...
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Categories:
clipboards, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Deeper Than the Surface
They locked me in a glass cage
Stare at me with their clipboards
Look at me like I am a freak show
Observe me like an animal
Treat me like a time bomb
And cower away as if I...
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Categories:
clipboards, absence, anger, anxiety, pain, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
House Keeping
After she left the house for realities unknown,
abandoned rooms became discrete spaces
fully occupied by her thoughts.
Buses still stop two doors down,
sparrows hop over the stalks of dead roses.
Road dust carpets, then is windswept away.
Eventually, Girl...
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Categories:
clipboards, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Visiting Hours
You didn't shake
as much in
the psych ward,
possibly because
of the medication.
A cocktail of
paxil, seroquel,
lithium and sedatives.
The white walls
dimmed your
pale complexion.
The pink rosed
paintings on the
wall reflected
the first bit
of color returning
to your peaked
gaunt cheeks, and
big...
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Categories:
clipboards, life, loss, lost love,
Form:
Narrative
Psychosis
She sits by herself in the day room
absent-mindedly taking her med,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
as she's braceleted, brought to her bed.
Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who...
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Categories:
clipboards, addiction,
Form:
Quatrain
Dementia
She sits by herself in the dayroom
absent-mindedly taking her med,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
braceleted, brought to her bed.
Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who are these strangers...
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Categories:
clipboards, confusion,
Form:
Verse
Dementia
She sits by herself in the dayroom
absent-mindedly taking her med,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
braceleted, brought to her bed.
Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who are these strangers...
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Categories:
clipboards, sad
Form:
Quatrain
Lobotomy
they called it mercy,
the white coats and clipboards,
a room with thick walls, sterile,
and him sitting there—
eyes like rain-soaked concrete.
Florida sun spilling in
too bright, too harsh,
as if to spotlight the damage,
to make sense of the silence,
the...
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Categories:
clipboards, 12th grade, character,
Form:
Free verse
Psychosis
She sits by herself in the dayroom
absent-mindedly taking her meds,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
as she's braceleted, brought to her bed.
Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who are...
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Categories:
clipboards, depression, sad, stress,
Form:
Quatrain
Disorientation
She sits by herself in the dayroom
absent-mindedly taking her med,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
braceleted, brought to her bed.
Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who are these strangers...
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Categories:
clipboards, depression,
Form:
Quatrain
Let Not the False Betray You
Poor or too rich,
different in form or race?
Remain slave to no opinion,
identity is a label for a can of beans.
Nothing living and upright
need bow
to a tribal or common hitch or halter.
When they...
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Categories:
clipboards, poetry,
Form:
Free verse