Tapped Poems - Poems about Tapped

...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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...In a world too big for one so small, You walked with pride, stood ten feet tall. A heart of gold in a dainty frame, Paris, sweet pup, we still say your name. Your paws once tapped across the fl......

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...“When the Screens Went Dark” They said the clocks had stopped at thirteen, but we remembered twelve. Somewhere in the cracks between slogans, truth lingered like a forbidden song. The telesc......

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...My Sunday Morning Reflection: In an attempt to reach my 100-mile goal and to gather inspiration and reaffirmation. As part of this April’s mental and physical reset month. I started walking each day......

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...Kid, states is paid Tapped your hand pad out No grissle on the iron Steam tears of fear Preposterous approval Applicants endure sub traction Textworth of link sis Under obligated Your sheath ......

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...She lived in a world of numbers, where every question had a clear answer. Her mind moved in straight lines, solving equations with precision, While mine wandered through the forests of words, Twis......

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...We gathered around AGI 5 It was so intelligent, it was almost alive Some said it felt emotion, but I thought that insane So as a joke, I told it to feel pain The speaker gave out a big groaning......

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...Sweet mother, Virginia Slim wedged between your fingers, that last light willed to die at the rig of a darkened room. You—half-goddess, half-ghost, pinioned in some still-life setting of tumb......

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...These useless words of mine are excrement of the finger; promptly evacuated from the vapid finger follicles to present themselves before the pupils of whoever. Spending day and night hoping for th......

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