Luxury(A) Poems - Poems about Luxury(A)

In my comfy corner, a little space A place of my own, as soft as a lace Lays a long chair of queen’s height with a wooden base With a rocking style for a ride at a mild pace Cushions of vibrant colours, in fitting size in the pattern of a maze Attracting all in less time, fixing attention and...

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Just how long does a steaming lobster sob? How terribly do boiling limbs and guts burn? Like a million simultaneous cuts? When does its sweltering heart cease to throb? On who’s authority do humans rob that creature of its life? Have we the rights? —the rights to cook a living being? Nights, (countless), have I questioned this brutish...

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The true dawn of dreams that lingers like twilight’s kiss. Luxury’s revels draped in a regal cloak’s hush. Crowned with velvet robes of night’s elegant embrace, with a mind and soul brushed in amethyst’s true grace. A whispered silence that softens nature’s mystique— the sweet wine of life savored at twilight’s last glow. A solitude hymn composed for an empress’s smile, like a meadow’s grin filling an ocean’s wide sigh....

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Cornichons The Cute Kind Tasse and Gobelet are lovers. Two beautiful peacocks. I made a wager on the horses ,but didn't wanna tell my friends. The woman said. She would listen to Organ music during the day often times she'd sing along with the words to the songs: she had an old book with songs,rhymns and poems in it. She'd get up early in...

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Luxury is all about choices Wear a torn jeans or buy a new one Throw away pie and order sushi Or try to bake the pie again Watch movie alone or hungout with friends Search for a new job or revise your goal in life. Luxury life is living your own terms Keep walking towards your goals Don't look for alibis Don't get comfortable Don't...

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The Luxury of Freedom Think of it, just sense the warm fragrant breeze, Nothing else brings the spirit more intense salvation, of a simple and priceless sensation of Freedom for all human experiences, And for all that has ever been, Our sense that we can all go anywhere, do anything and at anytime, is slipping.. To kill such a...

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What a luxurious question I wonder, Or is it ? To take a pause leave the day unclaimed No ticking of clock, Over your head- Unbothered by other’s agenda, No login on time, Or leaving the house on ungodly hours, I get to choose, To curate my day- I wonder- If I am found by this question, Would I treasure it? Or would I procrastinate my life away? letting...

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In Nigeria's land, where yuletide cheer does fade A yearly refrain echoes, "Last year was better made" A curse, it seems, that haunts the present's door As if the past's sweet memories, forever leave us poor The cost of food, a constant woe, does rise A negative trend, that brings tears to sorrowful eyes Past leaders, revered, as if their wisdom,...

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At night, death's dark whisper resounds Chasing dreams, with bloody sweat unbound Awakened by fear, his heart does pound Beholding death's spirit, all around By day, sleep flees, a rare reprieve For he has slain it, with restless grief A little slumber, a shout of doom Forever haunted, a troubled tomb Through "Baba Gbonka's" dark, deceitful gate He sought wealth's shortcut, a fatal weight Riches...

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To me, love is not A necessary item It's just a luxury If you fall in love With someone You shouldn't love Even if it's true love You shouldn't continue on Rather than wasting time on that Why not find someone Suitable for yourself What if you don't Love the person who suits you Then I'll pretend to love her Pretend? Then...

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I don’t need any other luxury: Give me some books and a quiet spot Where I can sit or recline And lose my self Among the pages of a paperback, Or even a hardbound, and I become Oblivious to the passage of time; Give me a pen, just in case I get inspired to compose A line or two of what may...

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There are times in our lives We see something others don't see Or don't want to see. Many years ago I was sat in a park enjoying the warm weather. The birds were chirping The trees and grass were pleasing green People smiled at me as they casually walked by Suddenly I was aware of someone in the corner of my...

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It’s a parasite’s world. The worm of laziness Clogging the mind, Ego refusing change. It’s a parasite’s world, Seeping through one’s blood and breath. Adoption, adaptation to change, an uphill task. Ignorance, dark, deep, masquerading ugliness. It’s a parasite’s world--- Where dependence is practice. And excuses-- strategy, to design. Deadlines met feverishly by others. It’s a parasite’s world, Where type of work affect quality. Where comparison and perks...

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I wander through the days and nights with my mind set on a luxury apartment on the block, I have been saving to buy it for more than a decade because nobody can live in it. I don’t know if it’s haunted or someone was murdered there but something must have happened inside causing the...

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I dream in silent forests. Do you hear the trees? Do you dream? ...

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