Redrawn Poems - Poems about Redrawn

...One must imagine Sisyphus’s boulder, marble-sized these days And Ozymandias’ plaque, spinning despair into praise Look on, ye hypocrites, and sneer at my undoing Your universe is a giant sand......

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...I'm teasing my favorite commenter (you know who you are) - lol! My friends told me I'm not quite right. So, I saw a doctor for some insight. The doctor, at first, could only doubt it, "I don'......

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...Salt a gin and tonic, It’s too dry. Assault my temple with sin, Be honest, You like the rye. Look me in my honest eye, Conversations with myself are the fondest, Because no one understan......

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...I. Sighting I saw you through refracted light- a prism of chance splitting ordinary into spectrum. Wind-tangled hair terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails th......

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...The streets are loud with marching feet, Yet no one speaks and none retreat. The banners wave, the voices swell— But who can name what truth they tell? The fires glow on city walls, While sile......

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...In the mystery of the night, when stars sneak stealthily through the branches, nothing has changed, and the body, that ephemeral vessel, still knows how to weep, susceptible to pain, like a flower ......

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...NO Where do you start with suicide I`ve been struggling with what to say, But no one in society is immune from this The numbers rise each day. You can sit back and think it will never be me ......

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...Bright summer flowers, wilt and die Cold autumn rains, fall from the sky My heart beats out a knowing sigh The circle of life, the blink of an eye One by one, I admired them all The seasonal f......

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...In the twilight of thoughts, where shadows whisper the secrets of ideologies, I stand, a prism refracting the multitude of hues of the "isms," Each beam a story of belief, a spectrum of convictions......

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...Of course it's being judged, why expect anything less. Comes down to discernment between comfort and distress. Biases are natural, otherwise we'd all be dead. So logically you'll instantly judge e......

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...The estate of my spreading life has been plowed over many times. Plantations have withered and been replanted, grain fields have turned to dust, have laid fallow for years yet now the corn is hi......

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...Valentines Day always found me quiver and bowed over Ring with no feather in my cap only envy at handsome man drakes with bucks, who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly aligned in arrow emitti......

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...The town lost its street maps, new plots of land appeared, houses were built where just yesterday there had been none. Her world seemed relocated, changed, as if it had been redrawn. They had ......

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...Good writing sings and always brings a sense of clarity and coherence, out of chaos, strife, and cloudy nights for those with perseverance. Good writing brings laughter, sends smiles to th......

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...Anxiety peak's as mundane attention seeks. Fear and excitement compete as boredom seeps. This powerful small action is not an option I possess. My desire to please is within reach, the winner of a......

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