Regression Poems - Poems about Regression

It’s really quite hard I was dealt a bad hand Nothing written in the cards And I don’t have a plan I couldn’t make this up I couldn’t if I tried I guess this is the point That I’m at in my life I’m batting for first base And I’m back at square one Always end up in this place When I think that I’m done I’m...

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Tunbridge Wells a town in Kent Traffics woe on residends ' Takes away is the only logic Council offices in payment frolic Causing motorists to vent ' Vacant shops abd stagnant flow Traffic bottlenecked no go ' Monson to mt pleaasnt back Green as cabbage, sense a lack Sad to note that, such is so.'...

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It's about love, is abhorred aggression in literature Keep within due limits words' compassion in literature It should feel like real even if it is mere a fiction Never give an unnatural impression in literature What will you write when your heart is sleeping in dark jungles Always those rise who for sights have passion in literature Never try to write...

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lovers ...

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Circularity and regression married to night their peace we love and their conflict ah is a nightmare of September 39 of so....

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Premier Stalin was a gangster an armed robber who 'became' a Marxist 'progressive' Murdered 120 million of his fellow Soviets Seems to me his 'career' was regressive _____________________ Thanks to Sand Blown for the changes made to this poem on August 22, 2020 Your question, well-taken, S.B.! Appreciated! ~gw...

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Once middle class Shredding away the 401K Destitution looms...

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If you could see the light that guides you; Blossoming forth into all that’s worth; Traveling through far off places that are around you; Crossing the roads to the gulled fort; (Surrounds you) You’re in deep depression as you confessing.. Of the Regression; Blinding the lights as it glows in the night; Funneling a path, which shows up also bright; And in the mind...

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I could never comprehend the hypocrisy Investing in different society movements Only to appease to one's selfish desires As regression to understand one another falters No sympathetic conversion Belittling human existence Casting away the quest of life Living in slow paced world of progression Collapsing to another ones control When can we heal are nations Reversing the pain and anguish that flows within Can we find...

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Caught up in Lifehouse's beautiful love song, First Time.... Then catching out of these eyes a very pretty lady with her man Crossing from her bus stop through their park; carrying boxes filled With another's donated food ? Whirlwinds arise be they thoughts both bright Mingled amid this mire feeling while noticing a daughter's slight pangs ? Its easy to...

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Smeared across my face An expression of pure shame Robbed of all my grace By a thief without a name I still wear that same expression Only now it's beneath my mask Hidden from the world's perception Because I don't want them to ask As the expression stayed with me So has the feeling And throughout the years I've felt these wounds Reopen and start bleeding The...

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Hello again My long lost friend I can’t say I’ve missed you Without you, life's been blissful But you're here in this regression I’ve slipped back into depression So I’ll dance with you once more On this familiar floor In this cold dark place Where you've reared your ugly face With these thoughts that malign me And these demons that define me I’ll dwell on the past Where...

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romancing the throne royaly an old arrow finaly hit its mark forgotten the soothing whispers after the threat of things that cannot be undone my mind says i wll be at peace the town cryer of shameful ironies learning to discredit the lies among the truth Stage was set with tragedy of life lessons to let go of the scenery of life that was before if...

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As he brushed his golden locks, he detected something stressing. The skin around his noble forehead was inexorably progressing! (Politically correct types tend to call this "follicle regression!") Alarmed at this discovery, he suffered terrible depression! "Follicle regression", now that was a mysterious term to him. It left him totally confused and feeling somewhat grim. He consulted his Funk 'n Wagnalls...

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