Personality Poems - Poems about Personality

Without a word I slip out of bed and a thousand conversations run through my mind as I walk barefoot across worn carpeting. Two nights ago, I barely made it home while driving through a deluge and water on the roads. I defied the warnings and survived as bolts of lightning laced the sky. I was the storm. I was the silence. Now as the sun pokes...

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pandemonium preceded Paula Paulson’s painstakingly prissily packed packsack. Pathetic poetic Parnassian provided paramount particulars, a peep and a peek into Paula Paulson’s persnickety personality....

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The person who calls, calls to the person who hears. The person who asks, asks the person who listens. The person who confides, confides in the person to trust. But the person who boasts, boasts to anyone. ...

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"I'll take you," said Lopez, "to the man who "has tormented you since you were 42 You'll see his face, you'll get to speak— "But don't try anything, he's strong and you're weak." So we went down the big hall, to the underground caves We went miles into the caverns, under old graves And there was nemesis, not like a TV...

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Things don't always have to make sense because no one makes the rules I can say and do things the way i want because i do what I choose God has given me free will so who are you to take that away There is no established rules when it comes to what i do and say There does...

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after Privilege of Being by Robert Haas A tipping point of too many are talking harshly. Down below, demon-dead in the unstirred inferno and perdition of animal thirsting are coiling one another's tails in response. They are honeyed vermillion and covered in trim the texture of hot picamar. They espy up all the time at the graceless rapture— ...

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I said no word when silence burned my tongue, The truth within me sang, though none had heard; I kept it close, a lark with silver lung, And fed it not with fear, but with a word They came with garlands twined in flattery’s thread, Their hands all sweet with bribes and sugared lies— But I had seen the stars go...

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The river breaks its mirror with a scream, Moods whip the trees — calm, then storm — then gone. In love, I drown; in fear, I flay the dream. A thousand selves pull knives inside one dawn. The eyes of others turn my skin to glass, Every slight — a spear, each kindness — pain. Abandonment’s cold breath will never pass; I...

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she wears the latest fads regardless of her moods mix and matching as per all the rules wouldn’t want to get it wrong as she parades across the catwalk of her days i’m not so fancy i stand at her side in my favourite carefree pullover my simple plain old leggins and my wool socks curled over hiking boots i may not be sophisticated but it's...

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Dolce By:Sonidos de Baja Frecuencia Infatuation is blind to problems wishful thinking and careful considerations True love requires and fosters a sense of security and a feeling of trust the blind sense of security ...

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She had a kittenish personality; always ready to play. Her sense of whimsy and hunky-dory attitude was contagious. Her laugh would have brought happiness to the Netherworld. He was smitten from the second they met. Wanted more. Unfortunately, she was already taken and committed. This did not mean he stopped noticing her. She elucidated a room, illuminating it with joy....

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I love you my dear especially when you're near you always seem to make my head feel clear I hate you, you traitor you left me in fear you were gone so long that I drank five cases of beer I'm so in love with you please don't leave truly I'll do anything to make you stay I beg of you please I wish...

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In a World where mirrors lie/ And falsehoods find their stride/ The Narcissistic wanders by/ With grandeur in their eyes/ A veneer of charm and grace/ A smile that's falsely sweet/ Behind the mask, a hollow space/ Where empathy is in retreat/ Entitled to the highest praise/ They bask in admiration/ But challenge them, sparks will blaze/ A storm of retribution/ For in their realm, they reign...

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In lands where shadows stretch and linger long/ There dwell a man, both high and mighty strong/ With eyes that pierced the very soul's disguise/ A shocking sight, yet golden heart he prized/ His name was whispered with a hint of dread/ A solitary King, whose path he tread/ Like scorpions that roam, alone and bold/ No fear of evil, his own...

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I cannot fathom what having one personality would feel like I am a Gemini, we have a plethora of personalities A poem I write in the morning I do not recognize in the afternoon. Who wrote that? I wonder. Am I channeling angels, spirits or guides? Who is throwing these ideas onto a page? My fingers type them up, but I...

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