Multitudes Poems - Poems about Multitudes

22/365 Multitudes So many tears go unseen. With every word I write, I strive to embrace ...

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weather's changeable sky a multitude of grays could be rain or snow...

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The voices asked me, how I am? Told them,"Fine", they won't understand. The Cassiopeia seemed to ask again, The same question I've been imagining for days. While gazing out of the French window, And watching the beautiful but fatal snow, I wonder how a man would feel, Packed in the same snow and sealed; Gazing those glittering multitudes, And seeing no warmth or...

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Multitudes of souls, dying within. Hearts broken, hanging by a string too, Keep wondering why this has to be, Why can't life, just be through? They go through life aimlessly wandering, Something to satisfy their pain. Drugs and alcohol is the answer, so they think. They figure what else in life is there to gain. It sure isn't fortune or fame. They eventually...

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Let them say I was a simple, stubborn person, hypersensative or insensative, a dispenser of partial justice, a person of particular patience, may those who encountered me in moments of bliss or blight, in instances of charity, charisma or condemnation speak of me ruefully & beautifully, some will surely say that I was apolitical, asexual, atypical, an atheist an animist, a...

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A multitude of raindrops Each smaller than a pea Can cause torrential floods Washing houses out to sea A multitude of white lies Each trivial when told alone Can stir up mass hysteria Allowing hate to be condoned A multitude with apathy Each reluctant to get involved Can result in class inequities As the human race evolves So, if you think that you as one A difference cannot...

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Multitude, multitude in the valley of decision share of this light, shun thy cares and confusion. Fortitude, fortitude was upheld for thee on the cross sob for thy sin, drop thy dross and loss at the cross Multitude, multitude on the verge of perdition see thy filthy phlight, shed off thy poor passion Attitude, attitude is not a ticket to the...

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Who are all of these people in my head? I don't know any of them, and yet they know me so well. How can there be so many of them with me, and yet I'm so alone? They shout at me constantly, but they have nothing to say. Their constant reminders of nothing keep me awake at night, making me remember all...

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