Nobody Poems - Poems about Nobody

Is there words to describe you? All this time I’ve known you and yet we hardly talk. There is much of you that one would see and love. yet the charm you hold is all I seek. No matter what once was. The only thought I can have is you. You were all that ever was and all...

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In a rather egotistical and pathetic attempt to immortalize myself, in something I lost, everything. And now that I’ve burned all of my bridges and I’m drowning, the only thing I have left to do is work. And it's not working. And the only ones praising my work are little kids, the same age I was when I broke everything. Lucky me. I watch them do the same foolish things, reaching for...

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There was nobody who could come and weep at his graveside. So we invited the misty mountain, the gusting moorland And meandering little river where he had sat down and fished; But, they were all previously engaged. still, we went anyway. Someone had to lower the coffin...and songs refuse to sing If there is nobody to listen....

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On a sunny day Right in my parlour Laying on the couch I was going through my phone Then I paused for a moment Because of the sound of our wall clock. The time keeps ticking Every second You see how busy nature is Why sitting without labouring? Don't choose comfort At the age of labour Then you...

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Nobody reaches out to me, Few people ever call, Every boy is repelled by me, And no one catches me when I fall. People tell me they hate when I join their conversation, But there’s more they don’t see, I have to insert myself, Because nobody talks to me. My artwork is criticized, “You aren’t even good at art” they say, They do anything to...

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My poems do not have a face and voice -- I sign them, Nobody, by choice. As Emily suggested -- no difference in blue and red? They are both colors, and all are God – so, Nobody, is my humble pod… Content being, Nobody~ in the greater fold of God....

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I can traverse the sand in nudity. This way nature wants us to be. Legally, I can soak in the sun. I can have so much fun. Everybody else is just like me. ...

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I sit here smug, my secret in place, With a quiet cheesy grin upon my face. They ask me, beg me, play I-spy, and pry — But nope! Not me folks! I'm not telling why! They try to read signs stuck on my lips Unzip all my social internet blips and syncs. To see the steely poker-face stare lurking behind the smoke-screen...

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headstrong Bogong moths find their mountains far away ~ star gazing gurus...

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she keeps her mouth shut poisoned experiences she trusts nobody...

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“Who is it about?” You. It’s always been you. For months. Worth more than gold, weighing less than mud are my thoughts. Months of downplaying, cast aside, thrown to the pigs. You. It always came back to you. With your silky hair, long and dark. Soft to the touch, like one would imagine a cloud's. Your...

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You don’t know me You don’t know me You believe you do You don’t know me You say that’s not true You don’t know me I hardly know myself You don’t know me I barely hold myself together You don’t know me I don’t know whether You don’t know me I walk the night Can you even see me I scream through the fright Do you even hear me Or I...

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Attractive lady with long shining hair, nobody can resist such a charmer; I bet you turn guys on to have fun, and when danger comes, you run! The one that promises the joys of Heaven and make him walk slowly on rainless clouds is a true deceiver who counts just to seven, he's ready to give a handful of fake outs! No...

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My life at stake and I didn’t realize Where there’s truth there are lies, That good could come from bad Sorrow from what makes you glad, Life sets us in many varying guises deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes. Life is one long stretch of compromise Hard to break free before one’s demise, Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay Life and death...

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Don’t talk to me about self-control If you’ve never cried in your bed After trying to quit for the 50th time. Don’t tell me “it’s just a phase” If you’ve never looked at yourself in the mirror And hated what you became. And don’t you dare say, “Everybody watches ****.” Because that’s the problem. This generation is overdosing on pleasure And starving for purpose. Sex...

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