Patched Poems - Poems about Patched

...“Where the Suburbs Meet the Sea” I walked again where I began, past fences worn, where gum trees ran— but now the tide had kissed the land, and waves rolled in like time unplanned. T......

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... Evening Alone I sit here alone this evening And watch as the shadows grow. I look back on days of youth, and forward to growing old I think what I remember best, Is my children as they gr......

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...Midtone grey surrounds what’s left of a man’s soul Scenes of biblical abominations troll Inky are the hellish horizons appalled An okay is needed for anything at all Manipulating truth determin......

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...Washed ashore on the lost island Skin already peeling on the beach Burning from the hot green summer sun Meat melting off to become bone Jumping back into the water Cooling off with th......

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...Hearts are patched up stitched tight yet small perforations may let in that strange light that is not light like God is not God Love is not a Band Aid love doesn’t heal it cocoons self-i......

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...Death constantly begs for a bit of you, for just another small bite. From the crib to the grave death begs for morsels. It is a house dog its purpose is to guard the larder. Patched up lim......

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...All broken and patched but not healed. The past keep itself at my heels. I want to believe I have grown out of this, I have recovered from this, but... why does it keep haunting me......

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...“Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate", most frequently translated as "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here". A. Dante, 14th century Italian poet They sway the power over mere mortals They drop ......

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...A teacher, A strange identity, Nameless, without a surname, Wordless, without recognition. A shared identity, A heartfelt tale in silence, A rebellion hidden within words. He, the veiled rev......

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...My long-patched magician's suit has been mothballed, the trick pockets, hidden springs and secret linings no longer fool or bedazzle. A white rabbit died in my top hat the hat, I returned t......

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...another ceasefire another ceasefire it won't last long it'll hold until weapons are replenished wounds are patched the tongues of the blood puppets are refreshed another ceasefire another ......

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...With a face full of anguish he walks a lonely street at night. No room for tomorrow in his world. Today is just a fight. Sadness stripped the bones clothes hang upon his frame Heartache drips from......

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...She is a shadow of Delilah Dancing on her own immoral desire Sabotaged by her jealous urge That puts her under siege to sin Her heart a metallic object Bound by the spirit of the attacked deer......

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...Can you stack your chunks of memory, like me In tiered stacks of stories... free to see? Woven from far time to now, in soft open volumes bound Waiting for thoughts lost, but Wow... now toget......

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...Just a girl child, just a woman. After all's said or done - a human running through open mind fields patched with white wheat yield. Seeds sown groan-grown piecemeal pockets among throngs of l......

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