Low Poems - Poems about Low

I don't understand it And I never understood it How vehement disdain can beat in the chest And how vitriol can dance in the mind with unrest The cold, blank stares that quickly turn to a fake smile when I turn and our eyes meet Too late, that crooked smile can't disguise the dark, desolate eyes that bitterly speak Yes. They...

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"A man's pride shall bring him low: but honour shall uphold the humble in spirit." Proverbs 29:23 of the King James Bible Aspiring for achievement glow That vanquishes painful defeat’s shadow Arrogance stands at loftiness gate for a show While selfishness glitters midst jewel of hypocrite’s woe… Oh, proud human nature, needs heaven blow To mutter need for divine blessing flow And...

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Perhaps I have descended so low, already sinking my nails into the bottom of the abyss, While my fangs point towards the distant sky, bathed in moonlight, Perhaps I have lied, hidden things and left them behind on the stars, And perhaps I only told you what you wanted to hear, a story to lose yourself in. But I...

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Does your world hang low? Does your humour ebb and flow? Do you feel like you’re a flop And you’re drowning down below? Are your moods like running water Won’t stay stable when they oughta? Does your world – hang – low? Is your life a drag? Do you feel like a rag? Does it seem as though you’re flound’ring Through impenetrable slag? Is the whole...

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Bumper to bumper As we race in convoy I and my brothers Double trafficator The lights we give We all riding on luxurious cars. Racing to a nigga birthday We're on the highway Doing things in our own ways Drip on drip, outfits very outstanding A lot of cash available to spend We're all living life on a low. God has...

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I close my eyes, and the FYP still flickers. A faint grid overlays my internal vision: profile icons, captions crawling sideways, the heart button pulses in phantom rhythm. Swipe— an old video appears unbidden, a raccoon washes a grape to a looped remix of something I don't need...

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A Synogogue in flames, and the hate..Whats all this in Australia mates? Live and let flourish is what I know The older generations taught me so.' Strong work Ethics; and time for your brother, not this 'clockwork destructive' Well..? That belongs to others.!! The jackboot crowd clad In hugo boss, facades of order, thin veneer some gloss.. No doubt self-haters.) Devoid...

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I can't merge with the atmosphere Nor breathe in the stratosphere My feet are off the ground But I'm still tethered Get me away from here! My mind obliges I levitate half of self skywards Maybe that's why my stomach hurts I play a tune Listen to it intently Create a bubble of existence Whilst the ground gets...

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I hate every sunset and I hate every sunrise. I'm lost and ever lonely without her here by my side. I don't know what road I'm on or even where I've been but that pain keeps a rolling on and cursed souls are it's friends. I couldn't find the words that I wanted her...

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something black and low to the ground slinked out of the woods today I barely caught glimpses of it because it slid from bush to bush was it a miniature puma? a tiny ebony black-beauty-like horse? A tailless skunk? Was it a furry entity from another planet? I imagined all sorts of things because it was gone quickly. All day...

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I’ve come to the end I’ve come to the end I’m sorry to say, I’m not strong enough To fight through every day. You may think me selfish That I don’t give a damn, I tried really hard To be not who I am. The pain- too intense A plan was made, To relieve myself And stop this facade. I’m sorry my will Was not strong enough, The tears I...

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In the early morning hours I come to meet the Lord. Yearning for a touch, I press my face upon the floor. I confess my sins and faults, I weep and break before Him. He takes my great contrition, And a wondrous grace flows in. I find no greater entrance To the Father’s throne of grace Then when I come and bow so low, I am...

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I spied a valley low Across the road from the cemetery A Columbus monkey swinging by The trees of the vale Stood tall and forlorn Observing the crematorium Covered in light gray smoke As morning traffic streamed on by Giraffe reached for the tallest bough And I thought I heard the leopards growl And by the road was a troop of baboons As people walked on...

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. . . By Poetic Grace The One Undescribed -- Science Not Touched . . . ...

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I look for you both high and low I always miss you, do you know It's only when I see your face That my heart settles back in place? And until I do it longs for you It knows I love you, it does too Poor restless heart inside my chest It wants to love you like the rest Of every single part...

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