Lumped Poems - Poems about Lumped

...If you are under 23. Then you are Generation Z. You grew up in a technological age. I don’t know if that makes you sage. Sometimes, you go outside to play- On your phone on the porch all day. Y......

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...On specific night, the moon shows part a story With sliced light's slant on key rock, By at odd interests' solarity— The cold rock fires back Through lumped scars mixed in as minerals; From be......

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...Dark denizens of the night gathering in ill-lit backrooms haunts of the night They tease each other with rouged cheeks, their mascara their pimply breasts, shaved legs ......

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...I just listened to you talk Focussed on intonation and words Chose not to respond This isn't about if we agree or disagree It's about whether love is based on liking and respecting the human that......

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...My soul leaves sixteen minutes after I reach the bed. It’s not that I have it timed, it’s that I know Without knowing how I know Hear those gentle puffy breaths? They come from my body, automati......

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...‘Twas on a morning brisk and airy I met a creature big and hairy. It glowered at me, and I at it. I was not afraid, not one small bit. Its eye was crookedly turned all askew. From its nose esc......

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...what i want i want it right now i want to be the queen and the queen's clown i don't care if you bow down just give me what i need. i'll jump the hoops and run the mile i'll betray the people ......

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...It was love at first sight Thought of you every night Can’t stop thinking of you What am I gonna do? Blinding love at first sight It was love at first sight me feeling high as a kite Ah, but......

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...AM I MY BROTHER’S KEEPER if the one issue is murder, murder’s number one, let’s ignore “the truth” “put on this blindfold listen to my soothing words. i’m your mama. no, i’m not pulling yo......

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...Hear a babe in his crib who is wailing, left there with a rash that’s got infected From hours of sobbing, his voice is trailing . . . What monsters left their son so neglected? Now see a girl; ......

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...She traces a litter of rising stars; while exploring a place blissful within-- or even feel a desire to extend a timeline where vicious crimson cells invade those mounds of chalice breasts, u......

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......Then, of course, there is the idea that people are nothing but groups, whether lumped by skin or income there’s nothing further from the truth. A group is but an abstraction, it’s the one whe......

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...G goblins, ghouls and ghosts H haunted houses, blood running cold with fright O ornery children threatened by them S so they will submit to harried parents T tr......

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...Das Decrements Describe Digs © Grasping figurative literary straws poetic theme yielded farfetched aggregate i.e., where each dwelling listed as figurative Stormy bedmate, this......

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...They say your color defines you, that it is your identity, that pigment must determine what it is that you choose to believe. You are no individual, just lumped in arbitrary groups, if you don’......

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