Over Your Head Poems - Poems about Over Your Head

That’s not the light you're seeking. Words cannot live with your brain all lit up like that. Let those dark parts of your body, those body-prayers mostly ignored, gift to you a poem. Most of your better images are born in that low-grade radiance of flesh and bone. After the glow you can fill in the gaps but not too much or you’ll cover up what you should...

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Am I to grab this nasty neighbour by the scruff of his scruffy neck, shove his head against that lovely hard wall between our apartments, and hear a delightful crack? He is not as gracious as my friend the bishop. And so I laugh so much when I think about it, loving the nasty neighbour as much as I do not. Is it not more...

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its summer and i love you for years and years to come through doorways and windows ill always find a way to you i dont want them to know just how much, but this secret of mine beams through my skin and for years and years to come it will burn through and carry me to you ----------------------------- on my mind, in those moments...

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That other voice I hear inside of my head— It speaks when the day is silent and dead. A whisper not mine, though shaped by my tongue, The child repressed, the mother undone. He murmurs dreams I dare not claim, In shadows stitched with guilt and shame. He mocks my calm with primal need, And plants in thought a savage seed. Not madness—no—it...

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Love Always Goes To My Head. But(t)... I'm Sure It's Nothing I Said. The Troubledest Scoundral The World Has Ever Bled... 'Cause I Fell In Love With A Fantasy Loving Endlessness... In-Stead. -Gray Squirrel 07-21-2025 ...

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owls do not have a lot of control of their bowels they manage inventory in a bookstore named McPowell’s If you are looking for books on fouls, fans or vowels or picture books of thick rod dowels or fluffy pink towels Watch your head because McPowell’s owls cannot control their bowels...

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David was advised by his kin the sling's the thing if you want to win tho' small as he was without fear he did let fly and rocked Goliath's world right between the eyes before he had time to come near or even throw his spear alone from afar David did fling and with a single stone's throw he let go one shot to the head and brought the...

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The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel The Boxer-verse 6 I’ve truly fought the good fight And I’ve lost more than I’ve won But no matter what the outcome I know that I can live with pride For I gave the best I could in every fight Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie ...

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I once knew a lad, name of Fred It seems that a cow licked his head His back hairs went one way While his front hairs did stay ...

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Under the solar system in our basement I sat, copying schematics of superheterodyne radios from a book on electronics, while my dad, across from me, stood at his drawing board illustrating advertisements for feed and farm equipment. The floor was painted blood red, the walls bandage white— a battlefield made tidy. The dehumidifier murmured its hymn beneath Saladin’s ceramic gaze, his turbaned brow inscrutable as my father bent to...

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You never bothered to inform That flowers of life go on to decay As time and the alike storm, sways away. So I crafted my crown... Exquisitely out of plastic flowers And now I'll wear it through the years Till the colours fade and the fabric tears....

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[Verse I] Thou knowest not the breadth of me, Though I have dwelt where shadows creep. Each night I rise without a sound, To haunt the ground where thou dost sleep. [Verse II] Thine eyes, once kind, now turn away, As though I were but dust or air. Yet still I come, both night and day, To trace thy steps with solemn care. [Pre-Chorus] No lock...

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I'm Doing What I'm 'Post' To, Up Here On Toppa' My 'Poll.' -Gray Squirrel 06-13-2025...

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Nurse Nicole, with calmest eyes, Moves through halls where silence lies— Right hand steady, strong, and sure, To Dr. Gabriel, she is pure. Level-headed in the fray, Guiding hearts from night to day, With hands that heal and words that mend, A fierce protector, faithful friend. In every room, her kindness glows, Like rivers where the soft wind blows, Or streams that twist through shaded...

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In times of impending demise, you might see your life being replayed across your mind. Sometimes it’s in fast forward, sometimes in slow motion, sometimes both at once. Life flashes in random order, constantly cycling in and out like an out of control tilt-a-whirl at the county fair. You’d think that with all those moments...

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