Nowhere Poems - Poems about Nowhere

The radio: "Baby, I need your lovin' Got to have all your lovin' Baby, I need your lovin' Got to have all you lovin'" By The Four Tops (poem written after hearing the song in the car and singing along) sound and air are filtered through your "I love yous" the world purified and easy to breathe in I feel like a marionette, limbs...

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I am in the middle of nowhere without a gun, bullets, bow or spear, the philistine are coming upon me and an angry crowd is moving towards the square. You have got to help me to get out of here, for the second judgment is drawing near and nothing on the island will be speared; prepare...

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I am guilty for the nation I’ve no business to the world In a play of no sensation I’m a prompter of one word Who would share a consolation For the character of mine I’m a proof of antination Well disjointed from the time Mental tenant of the era Of the sixties – seventies I’m that boy who smashed the mirror It was...

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Now again, someone upstairs, and somewhere on a bus headed somewhere in Louisiana where it is one a.m. eyes mind thy business while pyramid in the sky shows well it’s lessons and then out wild and naked in the Nevada sun, the dark green grass and the funeral, where a police car prowls past and says “Don’t you...

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I, myself, and me, we comprise the royal we. I makes most decisions, while me or myself makes the needed revisions to ensure we three don’t unwittingly disagree. Me, myself, and I, we're a well-integrated guy. On the whole, we're a tripartite soul stuck together till the day we three die....

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The good thing about going nowhere is that you're just about already there. So, no need to hurry, and certainly, no need to worry, because you'll get there -- with plenty of time to spare. ...

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Life is like being on a vessel adrift at sea. Not knowing where I got on, or what my destination will be. I don't know who built the ship or why I am here. No answers to my questions, my purpose unclear. I don't know who is at the helm, could the driver be me? Adrift on a...

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In flood the creek is still a walk over. A listless washing of the land, a hesitant flow, never meant to be a tributary, or delta of anything at all. The opaque water meanders through sunken banks then after a few miles, seeps into a wallow of bottomland. It recently has been given a name, a new housing development built beside...

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From murky depths the fish leaping high above the ground dirty water it could not bear sought escape in open air. But nowhere else it could go. Back to the pond it jumped down; up again, then down once more; a cycle it couldn't ignore....

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“What is Past is Prologue.” The Tempest. It's the young ghosts that haunt us most. A vison of my 6-year-old self, looking up from a basement window at the gray pavement above my head. It scared me then and still does. One dead-eyed day in a wintery city I saw a man without a coat crouched and shivering, the coat that he did not wear that...

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A prisoner of sentience escape self-denial Incarcerated deep inside with voices dark and vile A prisoner of every thought his mind a burning feast The moments that protected him before protect him least A prisoner of déjà vu where now and then conspire His name convicted to the flames all dreams — within the fire (Dreamsleep: October, 2024) ...

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There is nothing that can save me My soul is bound for hell And there's nothing that can change My emotions have rapidly became stale A love that turned cold as ice and a heart that has harden like stone In a dysfunctional way of me living my life Just means I'm much better off alone Tried to create...

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Here’s a staircase to nowhere You can try to climb on top Just to see the world from there While ascending, you can drop See the steps are wet and rotten Loose, unsafe and slippery What is up there you've forgotten? What do you expect to see? “There's no view, but an old station Which was built of wood and stone I assume there's renovation Could...

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As I look upward at the wooden door labeled 'My Demise', I clearly see thirty-nine wooden steps on the rise. Each step takes a minute to grasp what I'll leave behind, With many memories and thoughts, to recall and unwind. There are just sixty seconds to replay each precious step from my past. Joys and sorrows, loves and losses, with...

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East of Eden The storied start Of the dream of Separation.. And the desired Return to Eden With many a Search on paths All leading nowhere.. And of course The parting joke Eden is nowhere And everywhere... ...

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