Overload Poems - Poems about Overload

noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow— cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold. a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled. children shriek!—a liquid burst of now, popsicle rivers bleed; knuckles—sticky, green— cling to handlebars. shadows stretch: thin, lean across chain-link. each blade of grass—laid down— bakes. but dusk? a match-strike: fireflies!— the yard exhales jasmine; stars prick the...

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Woahhh.. rock and roll. Definitely. The system may just overload. A lead foot going down the road. Soft, a bit smooth? Not remotely. That sound broke apart inside me, hearing the guitar my pulse slowed. Woahhh.. rock and roll. Man that vibrates, this is heavy. Music defined by that zip code, with every lyric those roots showed....

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Warm yellow light. Chilly, for indoor. Soft, soothing, piano. Music— Door slides open. A man walks in, his eyes— Rain’s wailing outside. He talks to the nurse. His voice hoarse like sand— Flash, lightening. Raindrops darken the dusty walk— Thunder. He sinks into the bench beside me. Stinging smell of cigarette butts— Another thunder. Door slides close and muffles it. Nurse says my name. I walk into the doctor’s— A muffled thunder. I don’t...

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when light fractures into noise… I embrace the outburst with emptiness chewing up my nerves. The void softens the impact— can’t break what never arrived....

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lilac buds burst on the scene sense overwhelm AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 26, 2025...

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The tag behind my shirt, Feeling like your covered in Dirt. Except, There's nothing there. You just feel unclean, But there's no trace seen. Cars beeping, The tv is on, Someone is playing a song There is too much going on. I need to stay sane My sensory is overwhelmed once again. Its making me want to yell. Stillness is needed, Otherwise I'll get heated. ...

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The sound of your rose petal blush sunsetting on your face Feels like my goosebumps dancing on the sky tops of my skin The smell of your mountain rain hair crying sounds like a mid-day summer shower The look of curiosity cuts in the middle of my gaze and feels like a conversation I can’t wait to...

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Colors of orange and blue, Cascading through, A calm and pleasant, Balancing hue. The pleasure running through me, Can very easily, Take control of me, Stealing our energy. Creativity falls below, Disrupting the flow. Then duality, Throws another blow. Emotions start to grow, Into an energy overload, I'm about to explode. ------------------- A sensual anxiety, Is objectifying society. All pleasure and aggression, Our constant obsession, And not learning the lessons. Creating a fantasy, To escape from reality. Clinging...

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Fraught is not dauntless as The Honor is frighting AS my kids sleep one day they'll wake up Ziplines tragedies uptown is where the rich sleep Lucky is being true to your Maker AS no Master has yet to Master me I still must be the Master of my emotions Copslides are like collapsed economies Every said "no" to an enemy Centerpiece "Well"...

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My pumpkins have gone mad I'm completely inundated My desire for pumpkin dishes Will be well and truly sated They've taken over the garden And taken over the lawn I can't find the compost bin Or where I planted corn Nestled 'mongst the vines A bumper crop is on the way I better find my soup pot And get...

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It’s like- I’m walking though a busy mall. Oh wait, I am, it’s real. I can read minds, I know it sounds silly. Or maybe I can’t. But I can sense the texture of their clothing. I see a tall person and feel tall which makes me disoriented. I am rushing around this place trying to understand their lives. The whooshing of...

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In my possession Right here right now In the palm of my hand At the click of a button Simply tapping keys Institaneously a seemingly limitless And insurmountable stream of knowledge And information i am able to access The only problem I am now personally finding Is deciphering the difference between Which is true and which is fake As both sides can not be both right 2...

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What if woke up one day- and you could not see or hear? Would you find twisted relief?- Or would your mind resort to fear? If I could hear no sound- I wouldn't hear you when you yell. (But) I'd hear no genuinity-- when your heart begins to spill. I'd hear no more excuses- to justify the hurt you've caused me. But I...

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Times the world overloads me All I see Close my ears Cover their tears Seek some peace of my own To protect me from all I've been shown Since I don't know when I've always picked up my pen Away I would ride lost in some word Only way I could be heard I write some rhyme To escape for a short time Lost to me...

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neonate so beautiful with eyes full of wonder ever so peaceful mom's pinky tightly on the palm of his tiny hand; glue-like bond...

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