Repress Poems - Poems about Repress

...* Everyone grieves in their own way ~ time will only tell if healing comes, * for some, deaths blanket; unbearable and Thanatos is nearby —poetess * * D...

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...If I was to be gone tomorrow, I would surely regret today. Just as I would all these wasted days, months, and years. At peace when saying I no longer fear death. It's all boiling over now.... Ev......

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...My heart leapt with all joy, still does, with doe eyes. Back in that day, before I knew Elton’s face, the sighs of my sister and I, as we lie in our parents bed, hours of tuning in to the sounds......

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...My Dear Emmy, I'm in deep Envy Were you born to be infallible to belittle me? your art deco with shiny trophies, the boy you got is exactly how I dreamt mine should be. you're the superstar, p......

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...In the quiet hush of morning light, He stares at her with tender eyes, A face familiar, yet out of sight, In the fog where all memory lies. Her voice, a melody he once knew, Now stirs somethin......

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...I bridged the chasm and entered ambiguous halls Climbed over barbed fences inside my mind's walls To glimpse the core of how men and women relate Among flowering vines behind the garden gate. W......

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... My tendency to slip into the dark- a matter you have now begun to press. In realms of time and pain, I ache no less; you undervalue still, its lasting mark. So see me stand before you, ba......

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...Starting today things will be different. There will be no more word vomit thrust on you my friend, I promise on that you can depend. Starting today my words will be succinct an......

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...I stand not to repress, I mean only to express, My opinions without another feeling less. Each a diverse human being, Common ground far between, "Political correctness" is nothing but a dream......

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...You’re the headless horseman running on half a heart You shouldn’t know where to go but you just do And you’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached to you Lost puzzle pieces, collecting dust, wa......

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...Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity. George Oppen <>...

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...three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh... opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious beautiful baby babbles assertively mesmerized by mishmash sounds that her astounding mouth can make......

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...I watched the farmer do daily chores, year after year. On hot days, those of snow, each morning he was here before lavender light of dawn, he checked on his crops tended to all the animals and fed......

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... Though she isn’t just a butterfly She’s been a monarch of the sky Wings, so gentle, often impress Like love from above, she does bless Like the ruler she’s always stood Lovely ......

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...Britain thought that they were tough- told us what to speak, pay your taxes and shut up- just how it shall be. Born in the woods, for our families trained to fight, not pushed around, farmer......

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