Strained Poems - Poems about Strained

feeling buried deep afraid to face tomorrow you saved me from me...

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Freshly brewed fog and a fall rain, the mist could transform to a beast; Winds might swirl becoming a frog pulsing so loud inside your throat; You’ll second guess and feel insane when elevated fears are greased; Hit that plot twist with no prologue left rolling in those tales remote; Bring that quill back to analog, tranquilize this poet’s stained note....

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Graceless facades--- The tiring age old game Of mindless testing Grows heavy beneath the brow. The charade is hard to sustain--- Sometimes impossible--- Yet we must bear it Time after time after endless time. The cold fire keeps rolling, Pushing testing the old confines Beneath the eyes--- How much longer........

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Bodies are always turning up in the bayou. I stopped scarfing down my sandwich. My ears perked up. I wondered what he meant. He must have been sitting behind me in the next booth. The waitress came by and tried to be friendly. I usually am, but I was missing out on the rest of the story. “At least fourteen foot...

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Strength seeping out of every pore Pain creeping in through every core Eyes weeping for each aching sore What's ailing me in this night hour? Strength failing me, got no power Tears trailing behind this dream dour Eyes raining out their misery Limbs paining in some mystery Strength straining in troubled worry 09.06.2020...

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Relations in Pain, Relations in Strain! People mad over financial gain! Wonder why we have gone mad over such worthless gains that make our relation ships strain!...

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We talked unknownst to each other, that, All hell would break loose. What could possibly come of two talking in harmony? Us, filmy for a film even, Shattered beyond cry or wail. Crying for spilt milk is adagedly a vestige The value of milk spilt resurfaces only then, And crying for lost value, Is it a vestigial adage too? After all, none can rue...

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That sliced harvest Crescent rising erubescent , weaned from previous Orb shining, looked down on lovers pining, separated by distance at tragedy’s insistence. As it slid across the sky, the lovers asked it "why?", But nought was said by that celestial Slice; they both knew .. they were paying the price....

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