Rehearsed Poems - Poems about Rehearsed

...No Luck For The Masses Reversed into a corner where there is no way out Rehearsed by a performer who likes to scream and shout Inverses like a reformer who doesn’t know what he’s talking about......

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...I’m sorry I never fit inside the rooms you gave me. The walls bent inward, doors swelled shut, and I mistook silence for safety. I’m sorry — I’m sorry for every quiet collapse you never saw, ......

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...feet tracing ruts softened by the weight of others the path was worn polished not by insight but by generations unquestioning the same direction a weed split the sidewalk where my foo......

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... If you want her to merch you? You’ve got to earn it. She doesn’t just wear your shirt, on her it’s a perfect fit. Little Miss Tour Merch, she’s your top street promoter. Little Miss Tour ......

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...In the deep silence of the night, where shadows dance in the abyss, I wonder if I tread again the path that once tore me apart, The wounds of time hide beneath the skin, memories that seem extingui......

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...Teaser-act — LC What’s alive, dead, and witnessing? Me—listening. It’s the teaser-act. A black cat next to a fat fu** Skip under a ladder cause I know the origin of clatter. A four leaf......

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...Everything was ready for Christmas Day. New toys were wrapped for the children to play. We had all decorated the Christmas Tree. Gifts in pretty paper were placed carefully. The stockings were hu......

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...Like a storm trapped in her chest she moved in circles footsteps restless heart pounding louder than thought. She had lived inside a lie vowed to love through anything clung to promises alrea......

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...The voice within, a whisper bruised, Fights the noise the world has used To carve a man from primal bone To cage the beast, to leash the lone. The mind, a mat where wars unfold, In......

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...I write not with anger, but with the burden of sorrow that cannot be cleansed by diplomacy nor buried beneath the noise of geopolitics. For in Gaza, the earth drinks the blood of children, and the......

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..."The Invitation" I saw you — like lightning notices the earth before it strikes. My breath forgot its rhythm, my eyes rehearsed what touch might feel like if permission ever passed between u......

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...There’s a war in my chest with no flags, no uniforms, just angels with tired wings and demons with patient knives. They don’t scream. They whisper. One says "breathe" The other says "break.......

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... The sky held up, still. The breeze blew on cue. The cloud stuck glued on blue. The bills came in mail. The toast was burned. The eggs had runny whites. The plants outside died. I missed the ......

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...I saw it first within your eyes— A calm that mirrors twilight skies. No games, no veils, no words rehearsed, Just love in bloom, so pure, uncursed. You touched my hand and time stood still, A ......

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...I sat where the ferns stood guard— solemn sentries on wood pedestals— my back pressed against her bookcase, cradled in the soft hush of the window seat as snow rehearsed its silence just beyon......

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