Same Old Poems - Poems about Same Old

Old song plays again, Promises like broken chords, Trust is out of tune. ©bfa042425 ...

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We live a little, then we die Forever and completely Plain truth is beaten with a lie The saving lie speaks neatly Divides a body from a soul The afterlife we get to run Is meant for dates in other world Must be a sheer fun In desperation we believe In childlike trash like this And consolation we receive Don’t worth a single kiss I suffer from...

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Can you remember? Any in the main.' Though its really so Needed, like Los Angeles needed rain.' Rather than agendas.' Plans to make 'things so much better' normally Human concocted..Dies the vision under the letter.' Just Ink on parchment later paper, today ether.' Yet without Good spirit.' They are just a mental bleather' either way You might stand.? To...

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Spaghetti drips from old-fashioned lips like a cascading waterfall; the pics, yellowed; and clothes, of three fellows, sepia-toned. Commonality of hunger or mere curiosity as directed at the bulb. Whether eyes, mmm, while closed, open or scant, the fullness of pleasure of pasta dripping from their mouth; today’s boy just shows off all his food on the tongue. ...

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Judging opinions by their age proscriptions lie in wait Consensus stained with fear and guilt folly overstates Knowledge of others unknown to self deception points one way Value weighed in layers of dust the truth held —far at bay (Dreamsleep: October, 2024) ...

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Same Old Hell Back in the same old hell- Back with the same old dwell. A palace stuck in time, A house without a rhyme. The devil creeps ever close- and he stabs me, so he knows- how close I am to Death indeed, and no matter how my poems plead- he likes to sit and watch me bleed. Bleed ink and...

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It is the same old sadness too, That very same longing just for you....

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The torn remain of what was plain waves now ore frozen ground, in winds that blow cold ice and snow and other feelings down. There isn’t much left in a touch to calm the trembling hand. For winter’s chill falls colder still in cloak across the land. The settled dust and cankered rust guard safe against the grain, while fading dim from deep within gives root to growing pain. How did it go from...

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A mental health difference between being stuck in an impoverished designation and being stuck trying to merely survive with mostly "Loser" marginalization dehydration ancient locked-up degeneration Feels like same difference between economic red-lined unenlightened Othering smothering suppression and flat-lined politically disempowering oppression Feels like a thoughtful distinction with a difference between stuck in a LeftBrain dominant win/lose survivalist Either/Or neurosystemic instinctive imposition And slowly becoming unstuck through a more joyful mind/body journey developing win-left/win-right thought/felt polycultural universal/uniting Integral Therapeutic...

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ask how I feel - it's always "same old" (like crap) . . . chronic disposition...

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As a confessional portrait poet I see myself through my own lens Getting really into 'if I feel it, show it' Risk appearing a right misery to poet friends If I carefully conducted a survey Ignoring any anomalous score What would be contained in resulting communiqué Perhaps it's true I am a chore But if I scour the current ad hoc data Analyse the...

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She, who consumed poison From the sight of blood that gradually rotted For all she could do was endure the smell Of a body bound to rot. Blood is thicker than water That blood was half of hers But she masked the faint smell in rotting juice. She knew, everyone else did too. One claims to know the holistic answers Until it becomes...

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I’ve heard a few lovebirds singing the same sweet song to each other amongst the white and pink blossoms of spring. “I love you so much I want to put you in my pocket” they sing to one another. Their song sounds shrill to me. I can only imagine folding my sweet love up like so...

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Stop singing yesterday if that's all you have ever done Likewise unless you know for an absolute certainty, please stop singing if tomorrow never comes And pick a song to sing about the in regards to the present here and now And I bet you probably find yourself singing and reverting to Those same old song's again As today is what yesterday...

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Everyone, surely knows, after the war, over the lost blood will the peace be restored even though it is an enormous pain it will be shown a great reward and gain...

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