Shrunk Poems - Poems about Shrunk

...To see the lilac blossom once more I took a low road around my apartment building I don't do this too often So my way home was a little longer. Not much longer actually, about 200 steps more. L......

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...Some people can shrug off their failures Or laugh at their feeble attempts, While others, like me, Find frustration to be What an aptitude never exempts. For when trying to learn a new skill s......

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...A true sentence  As Hemingway said, start with a true sentence the roof of the school building, I can see from  where I sit on a cloudy day is grey as lead when lit up by sunlight that has brok......

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... 40 years passed Judges came and went Unrelenting dates continued ......

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...the invisible threshold i shall not hide i shall not die in fervors demeanors mis-contraception dedicate that grammar under sheets i halt breads nervous nervous is samsara the apprehension......

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...This day seems so bleak though I see joy all around, I hear their laughter, see their smiles The paper hearts that line the halls, the gifts that fill each room, the flowers and chocolates and deep......

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...The press is filled with gossip and chatter, Like frogs and scorpions trapped in a bottle. People have shrunk, it seems, in the end, Boasting and bragging, but what does it mend? The pres......

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...A Sensitive Man He was the sensitive, hushed type whose character was often folded inside his pocket, rather than on display. He always felt different but adhered to the rules: school, colle......

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...You can’t defeat me! You can’t stop my crimes! I’ll someday get it right, you see, I’ll even do it speaking rhymes. I can rob a bank. I can end it all. Your hero powers have been shrank - Or......

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... Disarrayed sands dislodged from timeless domain, dropped by chaotic instants, settle ceaseless, bemused on stratified shelf of languid life, disorgani......

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...They wait for the promised golden days wth hope. But in the shadows some trembling with fear. On the same road one going with hope, another going shrunk with anxieties. One to lose most wh......

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...At the breakdown of ages man disappears and reappears In the form of an easy-to-use scheme Over the last half-century, man has been replaced By technocratic ideas of what a man is But the real ma......

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...Two plastic plants, a blue glass vase of dead flowers, and a cactus. The cactus is the only living thing left of the four, and lucky it is, for it gives me hope that I can at least keep that alive. I......

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... A voice whispered at 1 am. As I sit alone at the worn gates of Yesterday Looking through the Past's White painted windows Unafraid Lost in deep thoughts as I watch once lost memories ......

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... It was never about the suit, the charcoal stitching, the pocket square that folds itself, the red tie I swore was alive. At first, it just stood there— hooves crossed, ears like knives stab......

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