Residue Poems - Poems about Residue

Been incarcerated in a house; Displeased in surrounding clout; Walls sadden painted windows covered in 50's paint; Ridiculed and stagnated Accustomed to be alienated I walk outside still alive vertical choice I received my voice Contemplating Residue survival 10/10/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024...

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A little taste of my darkest fear, it could happen now or tomorrow; Beware of what speculations come; You trusted this day would never come; Believing it to be a fictitious fear, just think about all of this tomorrow; So much easier to handle tomorrow, without a worry of what will come; Nothing remains but the residue of fear; I fear tomorrow, for...

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I lay bare on the burden of time, scraping away the residue that is stuck on my mind, the fear of yesterday had gone away and I am on my way to start a brand day. My vision is clear, my mind is stable, but the direction made me feel uncomfortable. This is the final move...

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They're leftovers - laughter from the good times, tears from the heartbreaks, warm cuddlings to soothe the soul, tight clingy embraces from the many goodbyes, the soft gentle gurglings of newborn life, uncontainable joy of two bonding into one, the pleasures, treasures, measured in a lifetime of memories, life's unforgettable, impregnated, residue....

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The moment we realise Divine aligned we are wise It is the play in illusion That binds us in delusion What then the purpose Of this circus If consequences known Of seeds sown We would never err No ego cravings would stir With heaven on earth Ever bubbling in mirth We would be ever free In our moment to moment entrée Apparently method in this madness Is to become...

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as dawn draws nigh~yesterday's residue, linger on the fingertips in twilight hour~ one graspes, for something that can't be held, father time 12-31-19 Contest: Ku Duet Sponsor: Silent One...

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Residue of tears.. Tear stained cheeks.. Moistened by its residue Swollen eyes with irritation.. Saddened by circumstances .. The daggers that have been thrust upon one's life.. Painfully stricken like a plague .. Residue of tears.. Tears flowing and cascading like a roaring waterfall.. Roaring waterfalls of sorrow.. A deepened sorrow empty and hollow.. Solidarity non existent.. Had dug a deep, dark, hole in a lonely cave.. A...

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Sitting in front of the fireplace, thinking melancholy thoughts ... brooding, dark contemplate Lonely heat I feel from the flame, I hear the fire whispering your name Memories shimmering in the blazing light; days of pure happiness, nights of sheer delight I see your smiling face so clear in the flame Sparkling is your eyes, dazzling is your silence As cold darkness covers the room, wilted...

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4/21/17 All humans made of bones and flesh it's true Whether you do or don't have your whole life ahead of you There's always going to be a test or two During any treks we do The sky ocasionally red and blue At certain dates bills and rent is due Objects straighter than an arrow or bent and skewed Daily some using pharmaceutical...

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Residue Wrapped in cellophane and ribbon mocking burned down evergreens Screaming at the shadowed walls as nightmares spurn your toxic dreams Lurking near the bottles filled with endless empty molten fears Dampening the diapers as a mother cries her countless tears Broken weave of tattered sleeve behind the darkness to believe That midnight forms what we conceive in moments cast to...

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stains of emotional residue stains of emotional residue.... remains hidden in the aftermath of the emotionaly laden war buried within the emotional graveyard stains of emotional residue.... negatively charged explosions go off within the battlefield of the mind stains of emotional residue.... never able to cleanse the soul of the residual feelings that linger after all these years stains of emotional residue.... no amount of...

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"Whip 'em into line!", an old phrase but still sometimes heard. In my lifetime, usually applied to recalcitrant children, but in these politically correct times, used less and less. But, I think often times still thought. I remember how easily it was once said and wonder at the brutality it implies and still does, this residue of slavery. How long it takes, for history, to relieve ourselves of our burdens,...

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Swamped up to my throat, retching on passion’s residue- Every last drop spent....

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Stymied synergistic stoolcumers synchronized of gifted glib galb garbage run of mouth nicotine rings of one night no promise quickly spilled ever taxed gestured pocket pool. tandem coulpling random access eye spew askances for a tainted night glow. Weak whitewine whispers office yupslugs curtaling on a Friday nnite feeding rampage cock'll doodle do ya, hopefully, fixed ******l trans plant stilted blue libidious...

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The innocuous white powder; those dusty crumbs, sniffed off distorted, glass mirrors reflect images not his own. Straight up or cut down, it shames the weak and weakens the poor. Cracked up or cranked out, oozing from a crusty nose, dripping from his blank stare, in eyes too blind to see that this is the...

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