Shut Poems - Poems about Shut

They came for the ones who floated in on streamers. I did not care, they weren’t relatives or anything. Then the soldiers came for the polka dotted ashtinglers. I was never fond of them, so I ignored their screams. When they came to take away the marshmonitors, I almost stepped in. But they had guns and bayonets, and they were...

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They've done with this world, they've shut up shop, They've locked every door and window. They've pulled the curtains tight, all in is excluded within. All dissension within is chained up and barred shut, all out of spite. They've silenced the migratory birds, They've told them to go sing to the neighbors instead. The postman now tosses their mail in...

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I want to hold you in my arms tonight And fall asleep... Turn off the light Before you do though let's do this Let's get real close And share a kiss It may last long, it might get late Who cares? I wouldn't hesitate To kiss you while the light still glows I wouldn't know My eyes are closed...

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Oh my god Everything you say is stupid Vacant and unproductive Vapid Gridlock lockjaw jawbone bones to pick Pick and choose and choose your battles Battling everyone Choking on their bitter words Empathy is so absurd Round them all up into herds Round them all up into herds Explanation is futile Give an inch and take a mile They’ll just stay here for a while They’ll just stay...

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Put up or shut up time Has crept up upon thee, And it's your time to shine. On your mark, get set, go! Everything's on the line ...

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Cannot sense the time There's no need to report And nothing's left to find For the days are now too short No one did remain To see the final act The author went insane When his Face book page was hacked Curtains have come down No encore has been called No refunds will be found Since the ticket sales had stalled Actresses have cried They're quickly unemployed No sympathies...

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Shut the door, shouted by a leader within Against the son of the soil, claim to be all powerful Powerful enough to face, the lion face to face he claimed Forgetting his ancestral shrine is right in the homeland Running back to the calling of his ancestors, but he resisted The answer to his ancestral call, he was...

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Time to rest the race is run silver sandals you flew you were young we graced the sincere neck tie you glanced the day you shut the breeze your sweat left you immune to the knock down nearness...

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. "ya see" she pointed whilst hern dome 'pon ...

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Heard the word often when I was younger A “shut-in” is what I'm referring to Have finally reached that sad state of affairs Methinks we'll all make it through Until a few years ago life's been a blast Sure seems like I've been on a high Everything has been turning up roses Living with stars in my eyes Now I glance out my...

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When your Hand came by, felt like lingering tie... ,,Sigh", knew it would die high in the sky. Cause even the love you had for the body (my) you made, was betrayed into hate, left me moody into flade, felt disgusting every 30 hours I awaked. But though that, the sorry I snaked, filled with shade I hoped...

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I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors, Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour. Functionality and beauty were very vital, so I helped customers each day, To choose materials, colors and styles, like modish spring's latest display. I adored inspecting the final product, and its impact on the whole house; As...

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Shut Up! Shut up the hurricane shutters! There's a storm that is ready to blow. Batten down all the hatches! Mother nature is angry, don't you know? There's a man on the watch tower and he's signalling to the boats in the harbor. There are squalls on the horizon, and he...

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. it's because you kissed me mine ...

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In a world where I am Christen Kuikoua, Yet each day, I question if it's truly me. I can act, sing, and model with passion, But my dreams face a relentless decree. Every aspiration met with a crushing sound, As though someone's there to pull me down. It's a daily struggle, a living hell, Where critiques and judgments persist and swell. Like You...

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