Pedestal Poems - Poems about Pedestal

3/2/35 03:19 I glorify men Placing them high on a pedestal Where my father fell short The bar is in hell And the bare minimum are the crumbs I live off Satiated from nothing and empty promises An illusion of fullness As I see myself in half As I saw myself in half As I stand here with a...

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In days of yore, when wisdom's mantle shone Teachers were revered, their honor like a throne Despite meager pay, they earned respect and fame As bookcraft wise men, guiding learners through life's maze and flame Parents held them dear, as pointers of truth and light Learners treated them with care, in morning's golden light Teachers respected themselves, as models of virtue...

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The brain is an instrument of improvisation suffocating in an ancient bone cave with its white and gray byways garnished in electrical blood drops creating great works though time pressed and pressurized. It is also a weapon of mass deception pods of oddness always plotting endless deep blueness and innate jealousy a DNA staircase decorated in ornate self-centeredness prone to God mocking and demon...

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Aint no shame in crying the whole time you been lyng tryna get me to be on your side this aint about no money and I aint mad with you honey it's the first time it's been me and you don't act like yo hands tied Don't mind me saying cause you know I aint playing what we gone do since it all on us this time don't leave me...

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What if on a pedestal tall? As if date trees that tall are, Shade to no travelling soul, And hard to fetch, fruits grow far. ________________________________ Bada hua to kya hua, jaise lambi khajur, Panthi ko chaya nahin, phala lage ati dur. Forget, name and fame and rising tall. Lame adjuncts indeed, Kabeer says. How useful are you to others? That...

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Funny isn't it? The day I don't save your seats. Suddenly I'm a ghost, It's the day you start ignoring me. And I realized you never truly cared about being my friend. None of my efforts mattered in the end. It was only those front row seats. Sheesh. I'm still pricking my own finger by letting you in. You've only broken me before and...

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Put upon a pedestal thin as a razor blade where you must balance precariously for the higher it’s raised the longer the fall It’s simpler to say and do nothing at all It’s far too risky to care to put yourself out there You slipped once before perhaps you were pushed It left a nasty scar which is quite a coincidence You’ve never...

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You float on high In my sky I abide. You garden me frustrate me I am weeds. When I see you I see truth I see through. When I see you I see through I see truth....

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You’re on your own pedestal and I can’t reach out to you You’re standing tall while others fall behind you too Sorry if I let you down, but you rise from the ashes somehow You ride the flames of your passion while I drown in rain anyhow I’m the best failure you’ve ever had You’re the worst success and it’s...

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Pray Bapu1, we’re in plastic age, Stay happy installed, tall on stage. Too bad, your birthday prayer meets, Rows of stark chairs staring in rage, If your spinning wheels still rotate, They just spin for a page-three page. Your ideals may well still be there— Safe and secured, captive in cage, When so I see your smiling face On a wall, O...

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I was told that love is like holding somebody up on a pedestal. The problem with love is that it’s being misperceived & used as a poison that is damaging our cerebral. The path of memories is still unforgettable. But for some odd reason though, We still feel the need to convince ourselves that love is still able to...

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I'm the glass half empty For you I'm never full How's the air up there where you are on your sky high pedestal? I use too many paper towels I put the cap on wrong I'm wearing too much makeup How could I like that song? My poems are depressing Who taught me how to drive Is that what...

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You're just higher then most. Your creativity and intelligence set you apart, from others met coast to coast. We are much alike in heart and soul, Does it really matter if we don't like to bowl? Intimacy was all I wanted when we first met. But that all changed after playing the first set. What I started to feel within, made me...

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The pedestal you set me on Is getting battered and grey Even cracked in a few places Supported by a wobbly leg The consequence of this pedestal Is the distance it creates Leaving me standing here, watching you While my tattered heart waits Waiting for the love we could have shared Adventures of life we were meant to share If merely the distance from...

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