Omission Poems - Poems about Omission

A Photosynthesis of Conversion David J Walker The tender plants bow under the Sun and dance to the voices of Indecisive winds in A compliance of survival Confessions of sins of omission And confusion of missions Pay for admission to the Summer Social And when called upon Singing the sacrament of Dissonance in words that They can and cannot remember...

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You made me believe you cared. You made me believe that I loved you. You used your “charm”, and got me hooked. You knew how to lie, you knew how to manipulate, and you used that to your advantage. You hurt me, without even saying hurtful things. You lied, and you warped my heart to still love you. All you use to get to people. Not kindness, not...

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at times what was not said speaks louder than what was said AP: Honorable Mention 2023 Posted on January 16, 2023...

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Maybe I should have told you how much I cared and admitted how much you mean to me Maybe I should have opened my heart to you and revealed my innermost secrets Maybe I should have let you know that I love you and could have bared it all The signs were there if you knew how to read them ~ I...

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You whispered to me ‘I know how to love,’ I think, am I an echo or clear sound? There’s a question I need to get rid of; Do you think of me when I’m not around? The next time you see me may be the last, perhaps I should say that I adore you; Don’t let precious moments go by...

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Odd character that smacks God’s right hand. Miserable wretches - the media Is underhanded. Spits in the wind; truth is Suspect…fallacious videos, omissions Itinerant…on the cutting floor. Obama speaks — No one hears his piece. 9/30/2021...

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Not bringing along my tool Has me made a fool: A gross violator of workers’ first rule, A copyist of the stubborn mule And one to again lend time to some school… And here I am, seated, “Very Cool”, Unrestrainedly gazing at a purplish pool, Though I’d deserved all but a viewing stool....

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Solid roots buried deep within the earth Though a chimera Far above the dense ground High high above Where there is no one else around But down down below To a place rarely talked about Where everybody goes To confront the darkness that lies within Slowly eating away at our soul Slowly devouring us all A species as a whole Will things ever change? yes For better or worse The...

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Crimson robed closed eyes in the Holy See that don’t say Upper chamber veiled deceit — A wizard wand wave in the Sistine Chapel cache cave Young boys’ virgin olive oil innocence sacrificed on the sunken altar of concupiscence Lust incense burning the foul odor of debauched decadence Nothing done before, nothing much done since Hence...

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Insult by omission, oozed from her remark When by chance they happened to pass in the park Some steps beyond On him it dawned That what she said was, "Hello there tall and dark!"...

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Top notch legal scholar Erin Go Braw (less concerned about being fair versus abominable, irrevocable, and execrable unforgivable oversight most holy "M" & nonce) cabinet of high priests, sans spelling chieftains ready to claw your person to bits, ...

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Great sins of omission are not in anyone's book of What I Plan To Do When I Grow Up. Henry Ford, his automated and then incorporated financial investment company, did not intend to emancipate us from family farms, Thereby disenfranchising our sense of secure and fertile wealth health, interdependently sufficient organic homes, silent rhythmic rural memories, Fading views and feels of cannons pulled by slow-marching horses, mules, plodding oxen, ghosts of elders past monoculturing...

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As I Soak in hummingbird’s exhale I feel tragic sonatas Trying to chain Trying to crucify My sedentary grip on instability I smell the repugnant commoner Blasting scattered shots Against yesterday’s decent I became the handsome error again. The godfather of uplifting idle minds Sedated within the bosoms of complacency Because, indirectly, I was the inebriated screw-up Immunized with community pride As 420’d lyricists Puff corrugated burns To keep their spine Fused...

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Our truth was a lie, our reality many strands of carefully Edited circumstances. We he had taught our minds to See what we wanted and ignored all else. We were a great team, A well-oiled machine. We said things like “I’ll miss you dear” and “I love you to the moon and back” knowing fully well that these words Were...

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It has never been my intension nor was it ever a bone of contention to alter or disrupt the social convention but now is the time to pay close attention to the decline of the human condition Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition accountability abandoned causing legal repercussion right and wrong are muddled in a malicious juxtaposition public opposition has festered into social...

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