Periphery Poems - Poems about Periphery

My friends live in the dark periphery of life Hopeless guys They were also born into this world, like us Some of them are poor, some of them are rich And some of us come from the middle class We are the same. Everybody. – Something wrong to ...

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A really wrong place for who must hide, All the roads leading to center wide… Where the sociable prays to be dumped, As he would never be skipped nor jumped… The opposite of periphery Of many things their territory: The consistent and the slippery Absolute substance and frippery… Center is the place to meet a king, But around one they form a ring; To do...

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Have rendered across terrains in quest, Of the art that defines the supreme of creation In books, in objects and systemised objectification Have sought a path, travelled, failed and announced it complex, tiring, rootless and fake. Tired, restless, having seeked and being dejected I have rested my case From the outer orbits I have flung to I decide...

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Augenblick By David J Walker The edge the border The verge the skirt The last words heard before The brink The perimeter the periphery The point the bound A wink All found before the final line That, if crossed All is lost In the circumference of extremity on The brink of...

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Many love the spotlight And will grab it when they can. Attention-seeking seems to be Their life-long master plan. Others bask in adulation When it comes their way, Though they’re just as happy When they aren’t on display. But a lot of folks are living, Or at least from what I see, An existence in the shadows Or on the periphery. As they’re standing on the sidelines And...

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On the periphery of people, who cackle when you bleed. So hard understanding them. Nor do they bother to understand me. I'm the flitting moth, around them. In their thick black gravity. Half wanting to be a part of (it) the other yearns to retreat. Another year called awkward. Filled with imperfect fits. A one-person dance. To be included is not on my...

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Let me be On the periphery And not take center stage. I guarantee It’s best for me, Especially as I age. While some feel free, Without a fee, With audience to engage, I disagree. So let me flee To where I belong, the page....

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I am on the periphery On the outside looking in On all of what has come before On all the things that might have been I think about those possibilities The things I might have done Would I have made different choices To change any of what has been? I am on the periphery On the outside looking forward To the seasons of my...

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Glassy memory wrestles me with scorn Envisioning our flame once ever-bright, Natural in flowing charm, such love reborn To reflect divine creation each night. Revelry taunts with dodgy clarity; I’d abandoned the triumph of fervor Forgetting such colossal rarity In my float, this bobbing life preserver. Caustic regret pulls my soul asunder As the fool, undeniably aloof, The walking embodiment of blunder Isolated with messages as...

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On a path laid as a snake, Trodden down a winding wake, Curls and slithers into night, To thrones of ever-dimming light; I hold still and gripped with feeling In a mist that wraps concealing, And I glimpse her flicker by From the corner of my eye. Heartless granite fissures break At prayers to God of souls to take, In their vessels bled to white, Shells...

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gnats, hovering in a tear drop, battle dust motes for room. a peaceful wind separates them. i should be glad with my personal space....

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