Peripheral Poems - Poems about Peripheral

I watched the porch lights flicker on for them— the laughter soft, the timing always right. The chairs were full. I hovered at the stem of every plan, then vanished with the night. A window cracked, a voice that called too late, a message read, replied to days behind. No slammed door, just a pattern I could trace— how even warmth turns...

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Elevator! Take me to thirteenth floor! I'm sorry, Dave! I'm afraid I can't do that! Indeed the panel lights skip a beat, Beyond the limit of what one hand can count. Off the precipitous cliff into the valley periphery, Into the shaky, rebellious and withdrawn teens Between childhood, tears and grown-up years. A baker's dozen, a boost to some! Or the...

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It’s a therapeutic journey I didn’t wanna take right now The shoe dropped And now it's time to pull the knife out of my throat And hear me scream for sympathy The shoe dropped And it created a ripple in time and space So you can be here only when you wanna be And I don't buy it,...

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The train was zooming by, When I saw her like a veil A mystical angel In the heavenly sky… She was strolling in the street; She was immaculately neat. It was like a dream; I wanted to scream: Oh! God, Oh! Beauty, I just peripherally Saw the most beautiful woman On earth! She was way gorgeous than an omen, And prettier than an April bouquet of...

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Perfect Peripheral Vision David J Walker There was a binder On a calendar Kept just inside my eyelids Where everything seen Was recorded Everything Especially the thing not seen With eyes shut tight On a dark night Everything Especially the things seen from The corner of my eye Everything in pastel colors Painted on black & white Snapshots of every long past lover...

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a head that could not resist the turn as eyelash lifts to reveal its joy and from that squinted smirk of broken lip gloss Time twisting one leg behind the other ushers to continue the promise only she could keep...

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They dwell in the peripheral a place I truly dread Not sure exactly what they are I think that they are dead They stalk the corner shadows in the day or black of night I sense their movements vaguely always dashing out of sight They themselves are darkness having neither form nor face When trying for a clearer look they're gone without a trace I used to...

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Wailing winds rattle windowpanes, with sounds of moans and clanking chains. My whole world soon starts to shudder. And my heart begins to flutter as a violent sensation shakes my house to its foundation. Caught in my peripheral sight I see a twisting in the night; and debris swirling in the dark as the tornado carves its mark, Gazing into the face of death, I grab...

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orange butter fly or yellow jacket on white flower of blood root...

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i congratulate and uplift i never put down does not matter if whatever is more than my less i am proud too many people put down too many people spread hate too many people waste needed energy instead, why not encourage instead of discourage there are levels of speed in life there are timetables when it comes to blessings there is One who Oversees...

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Caught up in life, in our peripheral we Doors we enter, but do we actually see Or does life's light, simply blind A trait of us, human kind These windows that attract That can lure us eventually through Is this luring on our radar When feelings turn the screw It's over a period of time About bridges destroyed and rebuilt Like the ebb and flow...

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PAD is absolutely no fun, it won,t...

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On the peripheral of my life, Drowning in the reality that surrounds me. Absent. Gazing longingly at the lives others seem to find so easily, Coveting their love, attention, anger, anything. Anything to make me feel part of this cold world that I reluctantly seem to exist in....

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....passing perpendicular enable this feeble brain to regain momentum in its frenetic pursuit of something hugely prophetic to enlighten you readers with a rhythmic avalanche of profound Love. Then again, thoughts that are hovering can in fact be an outright impediment unintentionally causing a stammer, guffaw, or some other sophistic hilarity to erupt taking all seriously serious spirituality off into the mundane....

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She held onto Saturday, with hands calloused and nails bitten down to the quick...her eyes saw sunlight and denied it's presence while she rocked, back and forth, back and forth, to the ticking of a dishonest... clock. He told her, in words that cut the air as they fell from a razor sharp tongue, that she still played the part of...

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