Still Life Poems - Poems about Still Life

If You Could LISTEN To It All It Would All Be Too Much. -Gray Squirrel 07-24-2025...

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But, You Know: THERZ All Kinds O' TRIX! and fear of the unknown, obviously. HUH -Gray Squirrel 07-24-2025...

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Only a Heart A heart. Loved you. Remember? The train Sometimes the time is evil. This was our time Didn’t get born to you. Why? You loving you Killed time. It’s already far away. Yes. Faraway This life. Those lives. Silver time. Our lives Passed. A distant shred. Needed. Growth Can’t. Those lives are crumbling. Leaving you Gone far. All. Stayed the sad...

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“Life” Sat here in this god-damned courtroom, unable to move backed into the corner by kangaroos no escape from the ill-informed baptised in their five minutes of fame they like to pin me like I’m a donkey I have no tale to wag... but they’ll beat it and wag the dog just the same, it seems I'm becoming a fable; stupid decisions I made...

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My life's ship My life is like a sailing ship that has sailed The seven seas To move along in my life ship I need a constant breeze I have encountered storms that has thrown My life ship around Nearly ending in disaster I could have run aground My life ship has been sailing for sixty...

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Deceit's bitter taste lingers like burial rice cooked in familiar space The sharp edge of betrayal cuts deep from within, a wound that never heals Innocence fades like pencil marks erased as life's indelible script unfolds The ground beneath our feet will be our roof a somber truth we cannot escape Loyalty's test lies in water's gentle flow yet...

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don't ask much just want a simple life live and love completely day and night don't want to worry 'bout tomorrow...

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Loved She didn’t feel. Love. Mine. Dry. Cold Crime. This desire. A heart. Loved Needed. She. Wanted. Wished. Heart Lost. Evil. A mistake. Fault. Flower. Dried Stand up. Dead body. Corpse. Can’t live Life. Ice. Sorry. But live. Blues. The poet Was loved The muse I was poor I needed Her For Love A happy Happies Happiness I Loved You Could you read it? Recognize Just Only You ...

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Is It All In Vain? Experimental scientific observations inside a laboratory Consequential specific consecrations that combine to form a sacred story Monumental consternations that speak beyond the allegory Environmental commiserations as the situations become horrifically gory Enigmatic explanations that just want to prove a point for advertisement Autodidactic communications as they smoke another joint in aggrandisement...

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Resisting The Repression Competition between a brother and sister Rendition of an eighties song all about how much he miss her War of attrition between two countries facing off without a resister Ambition of an Olympian to only on race day end up with a blister Loneliness creeping in before twightlight starts to break and linger Ghostliness of a...

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"Having grown up in an idyllic village, I consider myself as blessed. I was rid of all rigid formalities of urban living. Enjoyed the artless innocence of countryfolks, breathed fresh air, occasionally pranced through wilderness, talking to wildflowers and butterflies" - By Poet There’s nothing like the lovely rustic charm, Sent out by far flung lush...

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Multidimensional Moments Adoration for a beautifully constructed emotional expression Adulation for the seductive signs of Armageddon Admiration as the selective stories pain of the times begin to lessen Elevation of the mood as I lift myself toward the concept of true heaven Blessing all those who sit below the longitude of the hopeful Testing the throws...

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Three has ruled the roost for so long... Four, boxed in so, has forgotten its role. So picture five lingering outside, waiting Thinking itself only a star None seeing what keys are needed To open the legendary Time of Times. Oh... will repairs come in time for life Or will zero claim more as food once again. ...

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Diving deep in the pond of the sub-consciousness I die every night, you die every night too This is our way of rejuvenating the body This may sound crazy, eerily or even spooky, However, this is absolutely or definitely true Our body makes a special trip to correct the mess Which takes place from a certain time to the other We die...

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