Shredding Poems - Poems about Shredding

... Unmet expectations damage the dormant psyche, futile promises smother the rays of fading hope, unkind words tear the lattice of the mangled mind. My life turns into an urn filled with your il......

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...The sun is burning Population growing Poverty pulsing Rich repeating Man-beating One meeting Fleeting Ding. Phone alerts ringing The chorus is singing Fear is clawing Up our throats, fea......

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...(sung in a heavy grunge metal) (spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop. (growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!......

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... “Tessellate” on the surface it’s easy to see we tessellate inadvertent decorative ostentatious flirtatious lives taking risks with the other sides planned str......

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...An ah from the deep of my heart Tearing me apart Like no other pain Dig down into each lonely vein The only emotion I can feel Is shredding skin peel Each anguish pulse and beat Torture me fr......

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...Never have I ever felt something That I could not live with out From the very first time I glanced at you I never had a doubt Its not just a craving Its something deep inside When my world cr......

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...Running with pitbulls, I run with a pack/ Always on the prowl, and ready to attack that guitar/ Running with pitbulls, we bully that guitar/ And if you don't bully that guitar, you're not Runni......

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..."REMEMBER" Remember. I remember the pain passing away. I watched as the pain numbly died to itself, to the deaths I have caused, shredding softened hearts. Remember. I remember the past, Hold......

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...|SEVEN MINUTES UNTIL OUR DEMISE {"Seven minutes left; the insistent buzz in my skull would never abrogate, it preserved on being continuously strenuous. My whacks on the veneer of the tiles went......

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...God wished this infant to see the world. Sent to an erroneous stage where life would be a curl The little one loved her life, but not for too long In the era of adolescence; Trust started to tear ......

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... Pervasive personal questions people ask, shredding to shards what truly is me. The pieces are of no use to them though, the effort seems at times to stem from veiled spite, incisive curiosi......

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...The stench of puerile self-aggrandizement wafts through the air, a noxious cloud of platitudes and pomp, as the pusillanimous pustules of pseudo-intellectualism congregate to lavish accolades upon on......

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... BUTT ME-- Oh Jazz Age of prosperity and dissipation Jazz bands, bootleggers, raccoon coats Bathtub gin, flappers, flagpole sitters recitations Bootleggers, and marathon dancer......

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...I run and I dance, around and behind, picking up the golden pieces that fall. Chunk of heart here, a bit of soul no mind, shedding your glory, constructing a wall. I follow, needle and thread ......

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... Her tears tiny daggers shredding her pulsating heart His frozen back a glacier willed not to break apart Into the Arctic mist she plunged Could she melt his......

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