Repressed Poems - Poems about Repressed

My heart is closed again, Croaking with but a beat to stay alive. It is angry, cramped. It is remorseful, Now scared of the possibilities, Of false ties and Infarct seeping once reflected. It is drunken, Longing to say soaking, To inflate and explode in waves, Clawing at it’s enclosure. It is confused, What are these ties? The string woven over each other, Wrapping and complex and unintelligible. Elder fingers...

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1.) Slept most of my life Forget the stress The best kind of strife is the kind kept repressed Every guy just gotta accept we’re inclined to becoming depressed You’ll never cry Except if you gotta a good reason why Keep your eye dressed If you’re clever You’ll keep your tears dry I’ve wept without the...

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Words Are not sufficient to express The devastation waves that crashes Into a dead wish Exhaustion Engulf the body of cocooning tiredness To sprawl upon hard cold surfaces Reimagine arms around Cognizane The lack thereof Or rather the insufficient energy Of helplessness wailing Heat The boilover pits of Dante's Inferno Trickling forlorn perspire Puff of hot breaths suffocatingly pants Numb Glazed vacant eyes pumps fuel Creaking of vector gears Dumb words spill...

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Her flame spread upon his heart red on red he faced No prayer in hand or a cup share forth His full moon ran away leaving heart's On fire To seethe, where Her pass hurts 9/23/22 Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 - Poetry Contest Sponsor-Edward Ibeh N/A...

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An errant breeze blew hair across my cheek and suddenly my tears flowed as I recalled how we once loved. A love which I still seek. Is it my heart or my vanity that is appalled? How I've struggled to repress a fervent desire to call or text him each time my heart cried. Those embers I dare not rekindle into...

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Repressed desire causes one such awful anxiety Even though keeping it well hidden inside, It also has a major effect on our sobriety The heart cannot contain it, many have tried. Even though keeping it well hidden inside Repressed desire does irreparable damage, The heart cannot contain it, many have tried Sometimes sending our emotions on a rampage. Repressed desire does irreparable...

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No one must know, It must be shielded, It must be stifled, The storm must be cloaked. His father must not get wind of it, It would be a shame, His mother must not be told, She would be troubled. It mustn't be heard of a minister's son, A clergy's son should be an immaculate vessel, A typical example of a lamb and a dove, Even...

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Myriad desires that our heart aspires manifests as dreams subconscious mind streams. We wish to possess objects to progress, to enhance self-worth for our time on earth. Not all dreams are met, like a Boeing jet or a fancy yacht, so we’re in a spot. We never forget what we did not get, thus this repression causes depression. Rise in a jiffy is always iffy, so feeling hemmed in, we resort to sin. Our...

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REPRESS: To keep under control, check, or suppress desires, feelings, action, tears, etc., American College Dictionary This theme has given rise to a question in my mind that I do not recall having entertained before now. Adam and Eve clearly had a choice in the garden of Eden. The question is, WHEN did they have the ability to choose? Did Eve...

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Every morning at the window aside, I find myself waiting for the sun, To raise up and melt the snow, The frost so hoar and numb. Brooding on my thoughts so long, Never did they hatch in this icy alp, So still I keep waiting for the sun, To watch this avalanche realm's fall. In the darkness of night, I waited, With...

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repressing violet memories suppressed love of blue formation of reactions rationalisations earth is revolving around the sun now are you absolutely certain todays science tomorrows ridicule displaced reactions inhibited intellectualisations sun is sinking into the womb of the waiting barren sea the pinky twisty tongue taste of salt and tears...

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She can love you so much yet fraught with fright to fall in love; like she could guard the stars with all her soul and tend the flowers with all her heart, but she would refuse to believe that she could pluck one...

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Something there Something more than cherubim And flaming sword Something locking out memory My passage and right To travel backward in space virtually And in time I remember the harsh hand Some old machete, or knife Or rudimentary tool of a carpenter And my overwhelming fear of amputation Only tears cooled the hotness of my heart I remember, but never conferred for confirmation Who else would know I...

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Repressed by a life of guilt and shame choices I've made find it hard to find another to blame. The walls that I build and the tears on my back make running impossible, the strength I lack. Certainty is certainly all that I know. Certainty is knowing I'll reap what I sow. To hurt another is the last I would do if...

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for her the shrink did nothing for her the priest even less for her all the friends in the world could not find her when she hid in her deepest, darkest place--- buried down beneath the first floor in the basement where all the past would flood in, yes, she might have only been doing her laundry, but her laundry was doing...

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