My World Poems - Poems about My World

Why does delusion seem to be the only reality I know? Almost never catching myself when my mind starts to go Is delusion my real reality though? Snapping in & out of this dimension Which I should mention, Is beyond my comprehension of an Intervention for redemption or reinvention What's your intention? My soul can't take anymore pain... I don't get what you...

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one window was all that i was given way up high pointing at the sky a cage really but all i asked was to see the expanse of blue and if lucky the parade of sun the moon the stars AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 3, 2025...

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Human body, like a town, can be ravaged by time. ~ by poet My streets are weather-beaten and desolate my sun often flickers and glows but hazy lone flashing yellow traffic-light is my moon the Town Square has fallen ruefully apart, Tell me, how can I take you on a tour of my town? ...

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I like living in my own little world I'm happy there it's okay. It's much more fun than the real one for everydays an holiday. It's a world without hate or sorrow a world where everyone's free a world of love and harmony a world of peace and tranquillity. I know my world's not the real one...

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A world seen through open eyes, No one is wearing a disguise, Sharing a part of their prize, As their love starts to rise. Silencing hungers cry, No longer slaves to their demise, People growing wise to the lies, No longer afraid, They claim their lives. As humanity strives for a brighter tomorrow, Love comes in drowning the sorrow, No need to beg, borrow or ask, Money...

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My world has changed so fast it has caught me off guard. I never dreamed I would see the open hate and pervasive bigotry that exists in the world today. But then the internet came along and shrunk the world to fit in your phone; opening doors that were once impossible to open. And yet, at the same time, it gave every kook, grifter,...

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I am floating through my world of dreams Searching for the perfect story. There are three-headed dogs and stranger things Mixed with exaggerated memories of past glories. There are dead people, once again alive; High school courses that must be repeated; A recurring dream I've had since I was five That I wish could just be deleted. Lots of naked woman desiring me, Many...

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They could give me the whole wide world, But the truth is you are my whole world....

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my daddy built me a tree house in the back forty of our property between two cottonwood trees I used to take seven books up there with a pillow and read for hours during the summer when I was eight, nine, ten, eleven and twelve there was such comfort watching black ants travel up and down the bumpy tree trunk listening to the neighbors...

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?? Welcome to my land of poesie, where every word is an invitation a start of...

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My world is pure emotion. I spend my days crying to the people about things that are out of their control, My nights crying to the universe as if it would listen and take any pity upon me, And my dreams crying to the unknown, my own subconscious. I look in the mirror and see nothing but a...

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My life is like a lotus blossom, blooms in adversity Lived in hell for many generations...walked as a sojourner Prayed for peace and love...still waiting on the Lord Be patient good and faithful servant ...

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Its a long while since I've been Wearing a very happy grin I can not even believe You would ever really leave We were going to grow old Together we would always hold One another many years Without sorrow or sad tears Sweet times were supposed to be Part of our whole destiny No unhappiness for us We'd never argue fight or fuss Living without fear or...

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There is a noise out there faint barely heard but registered I don’t know what’s making it or how far away it is but it is now part of my world as real as my chair as real as my thoughts I have no control over it I cannot switch it off turn it down or turn it up which begs the question how big or small is my world. ...

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Poem YOU BREAK MY WORLD I gave you all I mean all, all that our bond required I thought you were here to stay Not knowing you're here to cause a stain You here to leave a pain I can't sustain You changed in a the way I can't explain You left my messages unread Busy loving...

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