Tapped Poems - Poems about Tapped

...When I’m not tapped into a music stream. I like quiet no - let’s be exact, I like silence ear plugs in - deafening quiet or better yet, noise cancelled anti-sound That’s relatively new techno......

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...I sit alone where the gravestones moan    And wicked winds wail wild Where willows weep and shifting shadows creep    And the dark is deep and defiled Ghostly sighs where the lantern light dies ......

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...They all took their seats round the table, It had no head, but all knew where Power sat. Summoned in haste by Ideology itself, for the matter was pressing and oddly stressing. Capitalism sat ba......

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...I called to the monkey who wore a pinstriped suit, Found out the giraffe and hippo are mute. Saw a man stare at a lemur 'til dark, Like he was waiting for some kind of spark. The leaves fell fr......

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...Canto 1: Elixir In days of eld When moonlight danced on dew, There’s Otin, a wondrous soul, Did stroll from town to town, With laughter's role, and gourd, and tapping rod. His wine, —a swe......

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...The underclass falls into things Appreciating food when it comes along Grateful for a cup of coffee or a hot roast beef sandwich They do not beg any more Their relatives are tapped out Do-good......

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...VI. We are all metric modulations of our former selves—changing time signatures mid-measure, learning to count in odd meters when life refuses to conform to 4/4 expectations fi......

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...Under the summer sky, where the sun casts its rays like a skilled painter, I find myself in the memory of childhood, where every moment was a story, And ripe cherries smiled at me from the branches......

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...I woke up on the mattress placed in our living room. I found a cat in my house—it’s the size of a Shiba, and its fur a vibrant orange, with stripes raven dark. I said to my mother, “Wh......

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...The wind banged against the windows, likely ruining hundreds of curtains meant to protect the warmth inside. It made a soft rustling sound. Eighteen meters away, my lookalike and I met at the final f......

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... Sometimes we are concentrating so hard on our own story…and things we’re going through we have a tendency to forget other people are in the midst of their story too. An elderly woman walked int......

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... We did not speak of rain; only the wish that our love could be again. The air was bone-dry, with only the merest glimpse, of wispy cloud remnants, in the sky. But, our thoughts, hopes and......

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...I was driving our new bus down a rural lane Potholes, rocks, the bus began to complain GPS didn't reach, I told the rock band As we bumped along in no man's land. This will wreck my guitar, sai......

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...“Chirpy-chirpy-chirp-chirp-chirp,” catches my ear, wakes me up. Yes, I’ve been awake, but not like this for many days. “Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp…” this conversation goes on. Makes me s......

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...Absolutely annihilated another one as adverbs and adjectives aimed accurately at both barking brown bulldogs, causing complete chaos. N city coppers come quicker considering crime's definitely doubl......

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