Pores Poems - Poems about Pores

...Horrible things. Toothaches and no one does anything about it. On my skin, there are pores where anything possible could grow. No one knows much about me. When you’re depressed, you just no......

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...Wilted flowers Wilted flowers lie in empty fields Days pass as flies scour, Leaving the decomposing ideas to be eaten. The sun flickers as each minute weans by An empty shell of you left in bloo......

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...We are an entity and so is space, Mandukya Upanishad claims as true, a knowing which is revealed by God’s grace, when flickers therein show light passing through. Déjà vu suggests time does not......

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...Mind labels in symbols, objects perceived, with each from the other, different deemed. Bemused by illusions, we are deceived, by myriad impressions to us beamed, hypnotised by the forms, which we......

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... “Sweet is my sleep, but more to be mere stone, so long as ruin and dishonour reign ; to bear nought, to feel nought, is my great gain ; then wake me not, speak in an undertone !” ......

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...They shaped the mold before I arrived, A perfect cast where all compiled. I was meant to be poured, settle and fit, But I hardened too soon and fractured it. I stretched too far and pulled to wid......

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...I wash my face twice a day Once vigorously As if I am exercising demons Residing in my pores And once gently In circular, sweeping movements Like I am washing away the crust of tears That have......

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...There was a young woman who yearned for a mate. Sadly cat food was all that she ate... The cans with seafood she clearly favored and from this diet she never wavered. Many thought her an attracti......

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... Following night's tenebrous sheen on this aging lake- humped seashells drifted on aimlessly; I Iaid forlorn by an old palm tree needing to connect with anyone, anyone until turbulent waves......

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...He primps that dome like it’s his crown, A shiny orb, the talk of town. Shaves that bowling ball twice a day, No rogue hairs dare to stay. Refined olive oil, scentless, slick— His scalp’s own ......

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...divine consciousness capsuled in form employs five electricities to look at itself in childlike wonderment awed yet nonchalant recognising the illusion as but a dream template wherein by ......

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...No matter I got prescribed Glycopyrrolate 2 mg tablets taken four times a day..., not one drop of sweat (especially on hot humid and hazy days) less than a gallon exudes forth from my pores ......

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...They unearthed him from the Delta dust/ Do Fletch, a name whispered on the wind, in a rusted tone/ Born and bred in NOLA's humid heart, A city sculpted by sorrow, torn apart, then rebuilt from the ......

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...how long and sourly sobs the lonely heart depends on how grave the weight which grieves the tears pouring from the despondent spirit’s pores.— a witness, too, will know the surly sort of rain t......

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...in mode embrace, release, then pause we review lust versus God’s laws with love being the litmus test our soul’s light revealed, when heart thaws nestled deep within our heart’s nest breath by......

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