Short Wear Down Poems
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My own restless thought's
wear down a fragile mind
reckless and without intent
until every peace died.
Not among the loss
nor the pain of its cruelty
but here in this seclusion
finding solace built for me.
We are in Day One of the occupation, having survived the first night; however, in a surprise attack, they employed biological warfare and the defenses are at reduced fighting capacity. Pray for clear skies so we can we wear down their assault capability outside this afternoon!
the picture that i have of my dad
inside my brain
is of man who would
wear down his pants
when a woman says he should
an irresponsible man
determined to surrender to his own fears
i feel caught up,afraid
of being that man
biology kills me
but the fact that we've never been friends
gives me hope
that somehow i may not
adhere to the rules of his manhood
In my wooden form, stories I unfold
A simple pencil with tales yet untold
Gripped by hands i sketch dreams and plans
A tool for artists, scholars, and fans
With every stroke, ideas take flight,
From blank pages to visions bright
I wear down slowly but I never cease
Creating worlds piece by piece
Though small and humble I hold great power
In every line I mark each hour
An old clock ticks in the background
Never quite sure of what time it is
Yet steadfastly sure it is right at least twice a day
It will not tell you your blood pressure
Nor will it count your footsteps
Or find you the nearest Starbucks
Its gears will eventually wear down
Softly lose their edginess
Its ticks become a fading whisper
It will slowly become more silent
Its presence less noticeable
Unless it is a friggin’ Cuckoo clock
I didn't do anything today
but I'll leave out tomorrow
I have been napping all day
I must let afterglow
perhaps I'm too alert
thus it's difficult to relax
until I wear down avert
and finally I'm lax
I'm feeling a little bit down
a fellow poet will be absent
I'll miss his faithful renown
for kindness doth raise attachment
I believe I'll proceed to writing
till my hand begins to cramp
life will always let in-sighting
love and light to ease this vamp
Listen to poem:
Into the groove of unthinking action,
file after file of manikins pack in --
beings above see the circular groove
peopled with puppets, all on the move.
Deeper yet they wear the groove down;
manikins' footfalls forever resound.
Of "outside", they now all think no more,
their eyes forever fixed on the floor.
Mechanical movement is all they can know;
movement defines all the life that they show.
The speeds of the dummies vary a bit
as they wear down the floor of the pit.