Tendencies Poems - Poems about Tendencies

The last time you felt good, you played along with them, and they were fooled The feeling inside was blue and you always considered the suicide rendezvous It’s when you can’t laugh or cry, and feel it’s all over, it’s a sick dry Place one tries to avoid, a last tear drips, alas, you’re annoyed Wailing, laughing, sobbing, all...

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Suicide ideation is painful ~ I am not here to judge you ...

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That voice in your ear It's mostly fear Starts as a whisper Faintly and gently Eases you towards that rope and chair It will take away the pain you feel so deeply Maybe I should They all keep leaving me A knife in the back A bullet in the brain Theyre one in the same Can I rid myself of all this pain Before it drives...

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TENDENCIES too perfect   flawless virtuousness    in thrall  to the moribund superlative to reinvigorate    the enfeebled concept of genius  this exemplar     of grace and harmony  conceived & inspired since antiquity. a tapestry of shimmering threads a satisfying  breathing space    thought-through  immaculate finished intimate  & sublime subtle &    restrained tender    as an embrace THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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When has this beautiful scene and cloud, profane?, all protocols observed, when did earth fiend to keep her nature?, character they said is a jewel throughout history, what then may alter it otherwise is a sin?, what have we to accept all condemnation's ply. Oh!, be aware that an essence of life, circumference by feelings, should it not grow or die?, what if it is...

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Courtesy Gretchen Rubin's four tendencies... Yours truly classified as rebel after accessing https://quiz.gretchenrubin.com/. I thank Renée J. Cardone affiliated with Spring Ford, Pennsylvania telehealth services mental health therapist courtesy doxy.me web portal not quite twenty four hours ago February eighth, 2021 informing me about above link. After completing the questionnaire the results revealed my tendency as initially iterated trending toward Rebel albeit eloquent, which means according to author...

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I do have a Message for one Harry Manback it does regard his long Lost Keys don't Blame Hoffman for his Disposition, you Jerk Off! You Lied when you said you didn't hold The Grudge as a Reflection of Intolerance Makes me so Disgustipated, you should Crawl Away you're a Hooker with a ***** who likes Prision Sex when Sober Hush H. it's true Cold and...

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I don'l live in the US I don't know anything about that debate Ah, well, of course I DO, apparently the rest of the world can't escape this 'royal' feat (oh, irony) The digital TV set sends out a football match The analog TV sends out a football match Me, poor kid, is the proud owner of an analog...

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Within us, there is a lost device, An ancient form of thinking, An invisible heirloom passed down to entice, For comprehension of our being. Vastly unknown to the populous, Widely used by the intellect and the aware, Insistent and tenacious, A device, attainable but rare. Should it appear, soak in it, Revel in the mystery and wonder, Seek and you shall find the darkness lit, An...

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Word paint this uncanny illusion, fluid in state of mass confusion Product line of numb minded sheep, in fear of difference, holding doubt in reverence. Minds and feet now anchored deep, having slid the slippery slope steep unto worn road of indifference. Like sweeping sand with silicon grains seen as dunes in desolation deserts one and few dare dream molding disparate unique specks in wondrous betterment Date: September...

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Death, So misunderstood, So misjudged, It’s a final rest to all chaos, It’s a backdoor to a final escape. Death, It’s got kind of a peaceful sound to it, A way to leave all of the hectic incarcerations of life behind you, No one really knows what lies beyond when you close your eyes for the last time, But it can’t be worse than...

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I'm tired, yet still wide awake Thinking about how all we had was dull and fake I stood there and saw you kissing her everything has become a heavy blur I could tell in your eyes that's all it took she got your heart with just a look I don't know why i even try all you...

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Despise my beliefs of sanity. Contrast my thoughts of desire. Forsake your own ambitions. Give in to wants my needs. Forgive my distrust of honesty. I am only flesh that speaks. We will always wither in happiness. Wake in my souls inabilities. Thrive in my breathless life....

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trust turns to tradgety and you lie to me faithfully you love me lustfully and abuse me forcefully if love is a lock then lust is the key for love is not what all see your face must be pretty even though your heart is ugly fare warning this is a humanic tradgety be aware of the unfair humanity as you have now...

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I have the tendency to fall for people like raindrops on a stormy afternoon And I refuse to watch the news It's the nonchalant route that I choose No forecasts or predictions because love isn't predictable now is it? I'll remember that when I get hurt and want to throw a hissy fit again But we either lose or we win...

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