Post Poems - Poems about Post

Shock! unreal, unshaken disbelief. Choice! the people spoke, democracy breathes. What was promised— a mirage, a lie. False hopes built to divide, now shattered, leaving many wide-eyed, denied, unrecognized, lost in the wreckage of the unexpected. Post 2-0-2-4 A reckoning. A trauma. A truth too sharp to ignore. ...

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The scent of paper, aged and slightly worn, A quiet hum where stories have been born. The postal office stands, a steadfast keep, Where whispered secrets travel in their sleep. Behind the counter, faces kind and known, Have seen our joys and sorrows gently shown. The anxious wait, the hopeful hurried hand, Reaching for letters from...

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Seal the mountains, the peaks, the city— The little emperor rides waves like in Shanghai Bund. In the end, the man who loved beauty became a rifle. Where is the man-made bathing pool atop that mountain? The princely courage, allies in accord, Carried martial genes, shamanic rhythms, Carried cells of herbs and discipline, anti-entropy. Like Zhang Xianzhong sinking treasure into the Min...

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We are walking on the fine lines That connects to the other side Its exterior is very thin and you need A giant telescope to document all...

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We are walking on the fine lines That connects to the other side Its exterior is very thin and you need A giant telescope to document all...

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Indomitable Indefatigable Impenetrable Immovable Immense Incomparable Interior Lineman ~ Quoted, “Hi, Mom’ ...

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And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," President Abraham Lincoln was shot. President Abraham Lincoln died approximately nine hours after being shot at Ford's Theatre. The assassination occurred on the evening of April...

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“I may just now stray where the shadows flit yet still I hope for light.” It was written on a Rome tomb. She seemed to me to be while on earth too young. Giving birth when she was overwhelmed? Crass it strikes me that such a healthy strapping lass gave life licked death’s knife. Who looked from above on this ultimate act of self-surrender, better known to us...

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Post Tenebras Lux True light comes after dark. A dawn divine breaks out My soul without a spark In detrius night of doubt This dark epiphany My deep depravity Shaped in iniquity Before nativity An evil worldly breed A spawn of night accursed I find a greater need To see my darkness first If all I see is light Then surely I am blind My sin I would not fight And...

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Post-its, coat the Brain I keep controlling sticking to my skull Without holding their notice Maybe I have spiraled out of focus Leaving all my thoughts to obliterate my homage It's really you on my mind Your carving words Into my eyes Leaving notes on my spine As I gash into my thighs It’s really you on...

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Dear Levester. On last night, while in bed before falling asleep, my mind became filled with thoughts of you, and My eyes were filled with tears. The thoughts were not thoughts of sorrow and the tears were not from grief. On the contrary, my soul rejoiced for the privilege of knowing a person like you for nearly three years. Levester, those two-plus years...

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Green moon in a dirty sky, snow drifting in, a subliminal huff-huff, of polar bears stalking. Ice crackles, bewitched caw-clawing crows gather to sleep amid bad dreams. If we gaze too long, a green sheen smears stinging cheeks. When making love to the pillowing dark, snarling monkey's chase naked angels across a gloaming night. In red and white stripped socks toes curl. Phantasmagoric broomsticks swish tinsel from bleary eyes. Later than predicted, a deeper snow arrives. Wooly hats...

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Thought I perhaps should let all my friends see, How touched I was on finding this letter to me, Found by mistake, after so many years, I collapsed into buckets of tears, A treasure bequeathed to me, was meant to be. POST-SCRIPT: As the writing is faint in the scan above I have typed it out for ease of legibility. Abu...

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I often take a shameless selfie Of myself dining or travelling gleefully And post it on my Facebook Or Instagram page immediately Some people say it's quite conceited To paste your mug so much Of displaying your contentment When in reality your life may be otherwise So easy on your selfies It's really not all self-toot Just a way of keeping in...

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surely the end times will soon be upon us ~ might as well live it up ...

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