Strung Along Poems - Poems about Strung Along

...I sat there. Stewing. Angry at the world. That day, on Easter, I had witnessed a Christian church service. It was cult-like. They worshiped beings, having little proof of their existence.......

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...At the end of another summer day Rainbow of deflated asses crotches and breasts strung along our deck railing Flail like a Tibetan prayer flag Under the smoky umbrella of burgers and brats Grilli......

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...A virgin wish, coupled with passion-a spray of luck-ambition, can be foundation for sparkling things... a first flight -a newborn cry Gracefully treading nightmares in black finned nights. Turnin......

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...Rabbit Hole I woke one morning Everyone’s gone We fell in that rabbit hole In what we call phones Gone is the laughter It’s all lol It’s not really funny Not even giggles Hello, Is t......

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...Strung along, I am a fool Always working for others Once branded a handy tool Foot on my neck Boot lodged for good I barter and sweat A soul without identity I work and work Free food and ame......

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...The unveiling confusion, infirmity, the stars align with impunity. To mock with signs for seasons maligned in perpetuity. The whore give......

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...We all want you to live but if you are to die this night make it quick not drawn out, strung along by gasps and moans. Frankly, we are uncomfortable being here seeing you like this. Really i......

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...Down a runway skybound to cross a continent, see from a window a city fall away with bright beads strung along a coast, then turning inland, clumped townships shrinking to solitary lights......

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...You joined me at the park that day As I tearfully, read from my heart The hardest letter I could ever write It's rawness about tore me apart After you made me wait all weekend I was finally gr......

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...The weaver of stories The twister of words Where within me is she? Where is she lost? Creativity, it's where? Where is my flair? Those sentimental words Those phrases of care My dagger-li......

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...My uncle took me fishing. He’d smoke his favorite briar Stuffing the cherry blend in with stubby Welsh fingers more suitable for digging coal, Than compacting mulched tobacco leaves. A line ta......

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...Decorations fill the halls Row of rolls of shining reds Strung along the long walls Followed by green and gold The Christmas tree is ready All gifts wrapped underneath The buffet table is is lo......

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...What became of the old chestnut tree? That stood tall for all to see I cannot find them now, did they die? All this time I’ve wondered why. Limbs would arch and touch one another Chestnuts wou......

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...Perhaps a flight in mind shall strengthen thine own end, Between the birth of blasphemy strung along a river bend. Birth besides the breath of death, inhaled into nonce puffs, Poked between a s......

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...Multitasking Planning and thinking Always jumping Two steps ahead How would I know To live in the moment As I juggle priorities And make sure Everything gets done On time and just right ......

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