Self Indulgent Poems - Poems about Self Indulgent

...I've never been slapped with such a hard dose of reality With talks of old memories being laughed off It hit me began enveloping my senses What I endured was abuse. In more ways than I've led m......

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...It’s a broken world we need imperfect solutions and there are plenty of questions is it even possible to correct systemic problems with individual solutions? I recycle, so everything’s ok, y......

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...When I was beautiful A rose in bloom a field mouse Climbed my stem fell asleep in the center To inhale and sleep in my fragrance. The rave had no sense of beauty I was a lure The struggle......

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...Is He crowded out of Christmas By the commerce and the cry Of a thousand advertisers Urging everyone to buy? Do the cards and coloured candles And the clustered fairy-lights Keep the Christ-c......

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...How dare they take the words from Your mouth and the nails from Your hands and pass them off as from their own flesh and blood. They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others, have cr......

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...How dare they take the words from Your mouth and the nails from Your hands and pass them off as from their own flesh and blood. They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others, have cr......

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...Minds turned into images Barren moments, parched feelings Drowned in haste and unease, Self-indulgent and covetous Desolate technology slaves Imprisoned in closed cabins Chained to......

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...Rose revolution  I was born a beautiful rose up my stem, a mouse climbed to inhale my scent and sleep in the center of my bud ALAS The raven came, knows no sense of beauty  I was an innocen......

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...Disgrace to me is nothing... but I spurn true love of you. I drive a wedge between our hearts and foil your designs. I cannot do this alone. Alone, I would be a self-indulgent monster doomed ......

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...I am but a single shuddering whisper trapped beneath the shroud, a lingering fluttering flicker of self indulgent doubt. I am but a small one, an itty bitty insignificant flake of dust, amon......

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...A wild flower, grew up through a crack in the pavement, I wondered, why already not trampled by so many preoccupied feet? Sat I down on a park-bench, further pondering this yellow charmer,......

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...A vision woke me from my sleep, a dream. Images I feared would return, darkening day-to-night shadows, faulty dreams of time gone by extinguishing existence of mind, heart, and soul. It was birt......

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... "The Depths" From the depths silence. Where are the voices of other women? In that other place, the monsters violate, they take and take bloody all, what ......

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...Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention, time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons, for the flight of the gossamers ... assume benefits......

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..."That the soul is a captive, treated humanely" John Astbery Inspired by Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirror, in particular the line above. I have written down some free thinking thoughts wi......

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