Siphoned Poems - Poems about Siphoned

...Magna Carta Charter that determined the King does Not have absolute power for he may not reign at his own self-centered whim, nae! much of his authority must be sip......

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... A woman at the gas station is unremarkable besides her name tag reading Clarity and her teeth, saying never mind. She asks if I need a receipt. I say no, like I'm not collecting evidence......

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...Nepal Nepal I know little of this country, nestling Among colossal mountains It used to be a kingdom, but the king was so Autocratic that he lost the job. Later on, I have this from memory, one ......

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...There’s children growing up that believe the stars sound like crickets chirping, for their only exposure to these sources of wonder are through over-exposure to blue light and radio waves and sou......

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... Surrealistic impulses create songs impositions upon the sphere of evening coincidences that beckon truth beyond the scope of reality as you finally realize that to some it's just a prob......

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... The desolate wasteland of trepidation traversed by my jagged life that strived relentless for so long to smoothen the innate angularities of serrated mind, swirling in the egregious whirl......

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...I had a chat with Africa, and these were her complaints, Whispers carried on the winds of forgotten saints. Her voice was a tapestry woven in hues of despair, In her heart, the weight of corruption's......

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...She sits on a stool in the middle of a yesterday room eyes squeezed shut as her phantoms circle ‘round circle ‘round 'n 'round their hollowed voices chant an endless why? ......

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...In the winter of my years, stands my barren tree Its leaves stripped by autumnal winds Against hope, it had one life left to give I blew a warm breath into a lone branch Hoping against hope, I st......

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...Overzealousness and assiduousness... now propels yours truly towards restitution courtesy sophisticated mountebank, whose criminal mind filched mine banknotes rationed for when I exhibit decre......

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...To dream or not to dream this query I will leave unanswered for just as the winds cannot stop blowing and the flowers cannot stop growing, I too cannot wave my fantasies goodbye. I will not ......

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...Have you ever felt from a song A song that reminded you how you can live The rush of the wind, the desire to climb A quickly-building monument to the beauty of creation How quickly a mood cha......

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...Cold, Was the look in her eyes When their eyes first met Cold, Was the skin of her palm When he first held her hand Cold, Was the touch of her lips When they first kissed Cold, Was t......

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...Today, a workshop for the poet. Write about a cup. Standing empty, Purpose unfulfilled. Imagination startled as I smash the cup inside my head. A million shards of broken pottery Lying on......

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...From mouth to ear across a lifetime lived, traveling strings tying lives together thread on thread. Every one word building lifetimes; bonded mud of bricks to house our broken bags of trailing......

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