Minus Poems - Poems about Minus

“Handmaid of Patriarchy” the garden rezoned Embattled virility misogyny cloned As Delilah revolts a new Samson on scene One half of the whole left to drown in the stream Each genders new quotient to minus the plus A He without Her — the destruction of us (Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025) ...

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Deficit of wonder climbing the walls Deficit of verbiage the message forestalled Deficit of promise the future on hold Deficit of time eternity — shoaled (The New Room: August, 2024) ...

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A lazy beach receptively wakes those tiny tumbling particles that its thresholds sense the e'er so oft' breaths mildly entertaining effortless ...

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Without me you’re nothing With me — nothing more (Dreamsleep: July, 2024) ...

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The existential bird in the supreme sky flies abandoned with the rhythm of swan song. The tapestry of time wraps with eternity hue the innate immortality essence, etched for the uniqueness of being. The winsome whisper of the extant wind rustles the lively lotus petals of perpetuity. In solemn space of sanguine solitude of mind deranged clamor subsides in...

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Shines the season brimming with grandeur, rich In winter... frills of ice and snow bewitch My pine trees capped with tinsels evergreen : Comes spring-- dizzy where buds' hues turn to sheen While air minty weaves on glens to unfurl My trail scenting walks on plush lanes...hours whirl. Then summer calls, hundred moths blaze cloud's fire, Red-hot nights flaming, sizzling...

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When soft colors of the amethyst twilight, dance amongst shadows~ swirling through forlorn forests, I count sparkling syllables of pirouetting peridots, looking for metered refrains from the emerald empyrean, while wondering, what am I but a speck of astral dust; garnet silhouette of desert orchid...

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Written: June 30, 2024 For Unseeking Seeker Contest Quote by Aristotle "Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My bid to solve the...

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I am that kid who grew up in public school that kid who usually followed most rules. I am the kid who was bullied by many had a few friends, but really not any. I am the one who will shop your Instacart order and yet ware my feelings on my shoulder. I am the bus monitor on a special...

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Plagued by incandescent ferments I grapple zealously, with tower blocks of titan topsoil myriads, and melange of eccentric foibles, considered by some to be a minus, but without this composite what is my real nature? reflection on a manifest mettlesome being, leaden skewed traffic jam’s tailback of relative prospect, normalcy a supernatural synonym, apperception fringed by lambent twinkling, that tantalising...

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A mortal I am without a doubt, a chance of nature from which I sprout, a blank from the past that never was, a blank future into which shall pass. like flickers of sparks blown in the night, am a brief moment of life in sight, like bubbles in rain that float and burst, am flesh and blood that goes back to...

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Without contrition or overt remorse I self condemn, quietly of course Objectively without any sin But how I fear that devil's grin As I don't strive to do my best Stride with ease through any test Proving nothing as I just coast Afraid to start, let alone boast Without identity, who am I Just a thought that passes by Making no difference...

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In the pages of my life, I want to write about love that abides, love so alive, a light that shines so bright it stirs hearts and souls to give without expecting anything in return for the promises they have sown with these threads of pure love … quote by poet I’m music that plays when...

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Minus identity, who am I? An identity, a name, which binds my human form, Holds my ego, keeps me enslaved in material bonds, Without this identity, I will be free like a bird. Minus identity, no pride, no vanity, will set in my mind, No job security, no financial security, will bother me, No social...

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Line of inquiry ‘Minus Identity Who am I’ ‘What a piece of work is a man!’ ……… ……… And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust’ (Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act II, scene 2) From Shakespeare, through Hamlet, It rings down to generations And falls heavily in my ears too. In vain, I attempt...

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