Overused Poems - Poems about Overused

...I have been in unequaled turmoil, Overused in my personal trauma, Drowning in tear rivers of tragedy, Soul dipping southward trajectory, But they do not seep from these eyes, Nor do they follow ......

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...My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May refracting light from every angle, it holds life's leeway Suffused with fragments of love, I can be warm as night filled with a ......

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... One day from this hell I’ll escape To the hell of the lesser disgrace I’m fed up with the country of apes Imitating they are human race Their antics are no more a fun How the apes idolize alph......

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... Hate hangs from me like a disintegrating cloak It’s sickly oil tendrils trailing from me It never gives passes Eloquent in its misuse Scratching its way through the sheerness. of the slivers......

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...A smile, a fake facade I wheel out each day It hides behind a scripted rhyme, its words fade Fumbling, incoherent, searching for a way Each gentle line, created but never played Help, allow me to......

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...They handed me the scalpel like a crown- Queenship of the pail and prostrate. I ascended my throne of sterile steel, The body laid bare, my unwilling courtier. Death they said was merely a text......

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...I am so popular in the grocery store Ninety-nine cents One ninety-nine Two ninety-nine Three ninety-nine Four ninety-nine Overused and underpaid if you ask me Always a bridesmaid, never a br......

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... Welcome back, dear me let’s sip vintage wine and merry be awakening to a radiant dusk exactly as is, caressed by sheer madness igniting a dance a swing with a playful breeze and to ......

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...The most overused word is ( Like) Something I really dislike. The young generation Would lose communication If it was erased overnight.......

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...In the beginning was the word- and the word was… light darkness dawn promise dusk despair. I was a tempest child a feral cat- alone wild and untamed eyes a jigsaw of shattered chaos. ......

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...Nan wrote many books, none were a hit. People simply could not relate to any of it. She has no life, no pets, no mate. Excessive wordiness is her fate. No life experience of any kind. Her prol......

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...Once there was a freedom from passwords, logins, codes- a trust in you to be yourself - no cameras on the roads. Once there was a personal choice to smoke wherever you chose. Ther......

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...I have an idea for a poem, a collection maybe of all-encompassing rhymes that satisfy each emotion, separately and together. Once it's finished no one will need to write a poem again. Ther......

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...I knew it was over when I started waiting more, Talking to me became to you just like a mundane chore. I knew it was over when your texts got shortened, Our fights became usual, and I kept f......

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...Maybe you’ll call Today Maybe you won’t Deep down I don’t like the sound Of either If you do I’m a cracked Overused step stool For your ego Overflowing our conversations W......

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