Prying Poems - Poems about Prying

...Nobody likes to be studied too closely, under the microscope we all display a ridiculous, multicellular idiocy. What gives us away is how we squirm as the light seeks us out, or scurry behind ......

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...What's it like to get what makes you feel whole, not even whole jus gives you a reason to live? Gives you a season to look forward to. No expectations held at all. That door was closed at the beginni......

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...When you find the pain helps you cope Fear not, you may still survive Deep within hides a beam of hope Take a breath and slowly revive The things that don't kill you Don't always make you stro......

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... A stolen life. A split-second decision. Disorganised thoughts, jumbled— Tangled around an anaesthetised cortex. Clocks mockingly ticking, Ticking down inevitability, As a lone fly buzzes r......

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...shield me from the world, my beautiful curtain, shield me from prying eyes shield me from the horrors of this universe, and all their pretty lies. the world sees how beautiful you are, my curta......

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... We did not speak of rain; only the wish that our love could be again. The air was bone-dry, with only the merest glimpse, of wispy cloud remnants, in the sky. But, our thoughts, hopes and......

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...You bind my hands, Command me to kneel For what you know are my final moments. (Surely you know this will kill me) You take your axe, Split me down the middle- Clean. And I open. You rip ......

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...Like a raging river barreling toward an arid basin, sediment collects inside a hardening heart. Weighing heavy, eyelids flutter over drowning maculas; all that can be seen are murky ript......

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...A warrior mentality so to speak – donning our armor of daily fashion; tinted shades closing off soul-windows, concealing from prying eyes of inquisitive nakedness – we clothe feari......

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...I'm too tired to care - too worn to wear that chic shirt which matches my shoes that you seem to care so much about I'm too drained to change at all Truthfully, I'm more than tired - an......

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...The man in front of me is a broken one, and my fingers are drowning in dripping glue, in cement, in something meant to hold things To hold him To hold myself and others together. Yet he binds......

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...Some flowers bloom well into twilight, moonlight mesmerizes them, leads them into dreams of distant dawns. The velvet drapes of summer do not offend them, rather they entice as they bathe wi......

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...Yes! day and night, inside my roaring shop, pounding my heavy hammer ceaselessly against the hardened anvil Poetry, I ply tough steel into a pleasant shape. Working words cleansed of cheap and......

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...In metro hum, where steel and stone preside, A bard steps forth, though not with lyre in hand, But crowbar wielded, forceful, strong, and prying wide, Parting the jaws of my rigid thoughts was unp......

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...Zenith ~ a fatal lie written in forged gold, but to read the bruised ballads I’ve bled upon the palette of pixelated peridots in ominous silence, must I speak the romanticized rhymes of funeral......

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