Rips Poems - Poems about Rips

...In just a day, I lost my father, my mum, and my only two siblings, I became the only member of my family: my own father, my own mother, my own siblings. I was left to s~w~i~m the oc......

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... Inspired By O.G Nanda a.k.a Paramhansa Yogananda :) Vanquishing the darkness that veils the Light from Ashes to Dust to Illusions of Night, Sailing Adrift to Shores of Bliss Sinking Ship......

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...Pain that rips across my head Like a bullet in the sky Other problems are the cause Answers to which belie Clearly it’s not straightforward As a multi-faceted mind plight The road still being......

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...I’m bound to a bowl of rusted paint. Why don’t they relate to my disabled state? Is it the way I row the boat? Or is it the way I carry cows and goats? I will faint, And they will pray......

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...Did we ever learn All we did was yearn Now your helpless I fought with all my heart The world rips us apart It breaks my heart And now I'm helpless......

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...All at once, the soul takes flight Rendering raw both dark and bright Truth in touch, in wrong and right In silent storms, I wield the night Shaping shadows into sight Till the void erupts with ......

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...haiku 12 : crescendo beloved adorn skin rips skin, blood spurts air pure horn hails emptiness hiku ~~~~~~~ b e LOVE d adorn skin R I ......

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... "Holey all over, seen better days, worn out and threadbare, can't mend its ways, with drink spills and food stains, rips, rents and tears, not worth keeping, a sad state of affairs, ......

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...Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die—quote by Carrie Fisher You must pick one or the other time has passed Warning signs have stopped tipped......

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... she smells the body of her mate the small hole in its pelt is a dark halo of blood she opens her mouth wide and shivers invisible death is here and everywhere the boy who shot the ......

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..."My dear fairy, for whom do you wait, that time patina green your copper hair so it may match that door?” Though I knew, t’was you, dear friend, for upon your stoop she perched, Arms a-droop so qu......

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... OVERCOMING THE STORM Into the storm I must venture, knowing that any attempt to flee only prolongs the ravages. Like any storm, it is relentless and destructive, just as a well-organized group......

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...The man in front of me is a broken one, and my fingers are drowning in dripping glue, in cement, in something meant to hold things To hold him To hold myself and others together. Yet he binds......

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...It's not sadness that haunts me. Sadness has shape. Sadness has weight. Sadness weeps and wails and rips the air apart- It moves. Sadness is a storm. You can feel it crash through your c......

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... God Absconded – Holy Saturday The morning of that blood flow day As Christ was dragged across the way, Beaten, scourged, purple mockery, Crown of thorns, tempting apothecary, Force walk thro......

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