Preconceived Notion Poems - Poems about Preconceived Notion

...My Darling…. I once thought love was like a fairy tale It was pumpkin carriages, castles, and prince charming But love is waking up to a simple, "Hello, my darling" I once thought love was ......

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...Every poetic mentor started to talk here, as if, I borrowed their tissue paper. and forgot to claim that, I had my early mentors, successful, in that theme. What is a restroom helping symptom?......

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...We enter the town with no preconceived notion about what was going on; we just wanted to dine at a good restaurant and sing some invigorating songs. The atmosphere was clear, our spirit was fine and ......

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...There are the few, then there are the Rest of them. Chatter boxes, bipolar manic woman, that men Try to escape from. Those that are men over here are of course put, Into jails or prisons. The......

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...love at least as I knew it was blatantly bleak I suppose love had been wasted on morbid findings lost beyond repair had I been in love with love or perhaps thee mere objects of affection clo......

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...I was walking along the path With full eyesight in tact Discovering nouns and verbs Conjoined as presented fact Things were fine, til they weren't And I began to question If there were common......

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...I was supposed to be transparent but you didn’t really see through that mask I wore the one that hid who I was but you still believed that I was transparent and happy only that was the face I put......

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...So what can one expect next? Is it the complexity of words that draws us near? To delve deeper into the void of interminable text Would one have to first examine what to them is dear? What is ......

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...You all look at me, "This guy on stage." Telling you about how this world can be a cage. Telling you, Yeah most don't chase their dreams, And in fact dream- Most don't even do that. So I'm her......

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...The contrails scar the morning sky like cicatrix’s on a slaves back. I sit and watch them multiply: white insidious, noxious tracks that linger long among the clouds spreading lethal depositions neve......

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...A soul unites with a vessel. With no preconceived notion of what lies ahead. A soul, upon arrival is molded by senses, by experiences, by emotions. A soul is innately adept at navigating the treach......

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