Misplaced Poems - Poems about Misplaced

In my few quiet moments, I always say grace, a mother first, trying to find my place, my eyes are tired, every single day, I’m praying for peace, to come some how, some way. A co-worker's friendship is definitely great, I work so hard, yet my bills are still late. Im trying to juggle the roles,...

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I lost her, not like a misplaced key, But like a star that slowly fades, Disappearing from the night sky, leaving a void Of profound darkness, an abyss of unfulfilled dreams. In the cracks of time, our loss hid itself, In those seconds that slipped by unnoticed, When my eyes gazed upon other horizons, Believing we had an eternity, But eternity stealthily crept...

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If I should get punctured, laying leaking Crimson Tide, call me Deacon Blues as I slowly start to die. If they miss me, take it easy. All is as it should be. It's best to cut losses, cut ties, change your name, skip town, and grow a beard.. Like To-day, act now before patience sells out in turn...

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...And I suppose therein lies the rub, since society as a whole is not like mother and child, it does not fit into such roles. To grow feelings are sometimes hurt, in fact they are guaranteed to, and half the time the push-and-pull is what generates something new. And often the failure in those we see who claim they’re ‘victims’ and ‘oppressed,’ tells others what...

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I head an interesting thought on the state of the world today, about the wokeness, the PC, and why we’re degrading this way, That tied it to something that we often celebrate quite a lot, that would be maternal instinct, the kind that most women have got, that’s why we’re seeing such softness, such growing degeneracy, is that they’re placing this instinct on the whole of...

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Why do you show me such treasure, only to deprive me. When you are gone, smoke fills the air, I'm misplaced in the mist of misery, w a n d e r i n g helplessly lost, masking melancholic emotions. Parasite winds bring little respite. If only they would whisper my mute messages, blowing tepidly into your heart - then maybe you would gift me one more...

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I’m feral like a fox misplaced in the maroon mists of wilderness, only found in woeful woodland. My skin is blanketed in crimson balmy hyacinth feathers from a forsaken rainforest. Misguided on delusional paths, where spring-tides mirror liquified colors of warm diamond tears I’ve suppressed behind ice blue sighs. And I’ve seen splintered petals beneath thick-leaved jewel orchids, that surrendered to greying leaves on tainted twigs and broken branches....

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Sunrise begins to lift a faint blush of red behind the city skyline. The day crawls out from under it's covers and starts to reclaim the dark, evaporating dreams, piecing together memories, anchoring the self in time. Yet something is lost, a word or a sentence misplaced in translation, the omission of a line of code in a cipher used to unlock meaning. That...

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Trying to figure out where I went wrong And why must I face this world all alone There was a time I felt I belong There was a time I had a home Now the inner child is all grown Just a lonely old man wonders along Trying to remember where I belong Trying to remember the way back home ...

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Is time an illusion we've unnecessarily set? Some scientists now say that it is. When deja-vu happens, does it represent an earlier life--a second...

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Collaboration with Marcello Eans As I walk along during the holiday season In this city made up of so many cultures, I begin to wonder if we’re her for a reason Or just fodder for the prejudice of vultures. No matter who we are or where we come from, There’s always going to be problems we must face. In a world full...

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I reflect on what you look like now! You were beauteous when I saw you last. What precious gifts did time endow? All those years of tranquil absence As you slumbered away the time somehow. I wonder if your eyes remain bright, They always looked at me kindly. I think that, if you're at home tonight, I could give you a call ~...

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(written while thinking of my daughter) Your face come daily to my mind and I know it is for you for whom I fight I hope you can feel deep inside that you are all what I really mind... One day at a time is all I can handle my head, my toes r about to crumble I hope all it's worth...

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your love stifles me your love, it brings me down you love, it never lifts your love is never around you love, it holds me under; I feel I may drown your live bites and tears me your love's a burden and I'm bound I'm not sure how it came to this but I'm sure this shouldn't be your love's a poisonous kiss and I...

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MISPLACED APPRECIATION Once more the irrepressible wind of spring nears, Flattens the stalks of new copse shoots, Drowns the dryng roses with excessive vernal tears, Exposes the remains of snow drift roots. We stand, heedless zombies, applauding The reckless destruction and defeat From Invisible muscles of wayward spring - Smiling automatically at its advancing ...

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