Pressure Poems - Poems about Pressure

They say boys don’t cry. They say it like a promise. Like strength is stitched in our skin at birth and weakness is something you have to unzip your chest to find. I was eight when I learned that sadness had a gender. That girls get tissues, and boys get told to “tough it out.” That scraped knees get band-aids, but broken hearts? Those just get...

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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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Oh,my dear pear shaped mother's womb, Where unborn baby develops and grows well, Like a...

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Words weigh on the page, Seeking form, a perfect fit, Beauty under strain. ©bfa042425 ...

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“as we passed her she did wilt which caused in us sense of guilt since our stance perhaps did cause to put her heart’s joy on pause though we’re gentle, not hostile we diminished her soul’s smile since our aura as she viewed scent of love did not exude” —Unseeking Seeker the passersby wailed in laughter with a blink of an eye she sought...

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Pressure in a crowded mind A test where rest is hard to find The guilt that comes with procrastination , Leads me to kill my imagination . “Be the best”, they say. But do they know The pain I suffer each day I grow They see the grades, the smiles , the light But do they see the fright I...

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To live bound by “integrity”, where rectitude derides you? It’s starkly accustomed. I enrooted, enclosed by academics--the desolate nature of my sentience consuming my interior. Nether perfection defenestrates my subsequent--and I’m so damn tired. Extort my studies till blood seeps via my retinas, weave my pencil till the anathematic led ruptures; a mere standard in...

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It’s past 2 am again, And there's an itch in my chest, Not for sleep, not for peace, but for complete numbness. I don’t know how long i’ve been lying here, scrolling, staring, spiraling, begging my thoughts to stop chewing me alive. Every corner of my mind feels bruised But all i’ve done is exist. i keep saying i don’t want...

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Pressure, pressure Why can’t they leave him alone Today the bay window Demonstrates a panorama of beauty He longs to go there Taste the salt sea To sail away from all this Back to Jamaica To places he had been when young When laughing in the rain When there was a now The future too far away to contemplate Clouds are gathering There will...

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Anxiety. A feeling that overwhelms your senses. Blood pressure rising. Breathing becoming uncontrolled. You feel it in your chest, a pressure so heavy you can’t help but give in. A pressure that consumes your mind, thoughts,your body. A feeling that takes over your senses. You feel in within yourself. Tasting the bitterness on your tongue. Choking...

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A wet patch of wa-ter glints unusual! It was my ears that it re-flected, sand or dust or what-ever it wasn’t no more, got every-where; es-pecially bet-ween my grey hairs. It didn’t matt-er, I wasn’t thirsty no more. Scurry-ing off to… what was it called again? Wooood. Yes, wood boards dis-carded, they say. May-be food? Could be,...

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I sit here, staring at the page, Hands cold, breath shallow, mind in a cage. The clock ticks louder than my thoughts, Each second stolen, each answer lost. But I won’t give up, I won’t give in, This battle is hard, but I’ll still begin. I’ve come too far to let fear decide, I’ll rise, I’ll push, I’ll stand with pride. They say,...

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If you keep putting pressure on a tire without proper care, it will eventually wear out. Tires endure storms and rough roads, but if they're not maintained or replaced when needed, they'll wear down until the tread shows. At some point, they can no longer serve their purpose. Life is much the same. No matter...

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Blooming and glowing The garden fresh and ripe A place or state of abundance Never to lack or want Greener pasture All keep praying and thriving for. A place without worries A place of absolute harmony Absolute pleasure without pressure Better than where all was Greener pasture all keep desiring. Absolute peace The vibes everyone vibrates to Greener pasture The destination Everyone keep...

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