Spillover Poems - Poems about Spillover

...For crying out loud Due to the outcome I was not particularly proud For more than two centuries, election days go and come At a similar season, every four years This time, there were plenty of w......

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...I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future; And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner. I had learnt to talk with the spirits, a......

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...In the backdrop where the sun had regally retreated, like a knight of the dusk, The pipe of time smokes memories onto the face of the sky, lamenting in a sigh. The clouds, scholars of the azure, ha......

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... Enveloped in the essence of twilight's hue, Where dreams collide and realities seem askew. Let me take you on a flight, where words dance and emotions ignite. In the machinations of current c......

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...Growing up I was small I constantly hit the wall I tried to be the best I could And always felt misunderstood I felt so far away And stuck somewhere I shouldn’t stay A broken family wildl......

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...2022 a new year for you a chance for a new beginning another opportunity for selfish sinning perhaps this year will be more of the same a spillover of 2021's sick little game of the powers......

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...If love and care be like The material the wealth and the riches That people hug that people kiss Ready to undo anything between them By control plus X If love and care be like The clean water......

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...Underground spillover of sickness and the stench of death... men, women and children confined and condemned, condemned to suffer even after the hour glass has ran out of time, there is an un-nat......

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...Yesterday, I followed her true invisible form Colors turning a kaleidoscopic deep and warm A state of mind, that makes reality feel alive Stabbing moments that teach how tough it is to survive And s......

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...High Desert sunset reds over my nearby saddle-back Clouds make zigzag patterns of sky writing, whispering messages of longing. Lazy spillover creek reflects reds and pinks, flowing past my RV Home ......

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...It was midnight moon cruising in the bedroom. I step aside in the depressed window, watch the overwhelming spillover. I listen, then do not listen to alien voices of bipolar beings, speaking A......

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