Trampled Poems - Poems about Trampled

Trampled Wills Do you want something? Own ideas? That’s a problem! You cannot live alone! Are you an individual? That’s a crime! You cannot have your own will and consciousness, ideas, dreams, goals You can’t be yourself, you have a ruler You are a slave to a science. Human-made This is the dark age. Foggy. Psychologically The sun died. God became an exile We...

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"I was running hard and displaced afraid in solace. Caught in prison humanity solace embrace casualties of my own sins. Forlorn disrupted and aborted running and heard it. Run, run away from your manatees bulls. Hurting and this made me displayed my fears. I was running from the hordes of humanity's lures. I am...

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Freedom Trampled Underfoot 2/2/2008 My thoughts are like a shallow grave. As I sit here and rot, my conscience begins to waver, I feel my soul begin to wilt. Oh, woe to those who feel the depths of my calamity. Cursed are they who fuel the fire of this infernal system. Black-hearted are the beasts who stalk the halls, That prey on...

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Daddy comes everyday when the twilight Bifurcates the light into shadows Like a miscreant, grasshopper Intrudes into the cracks of walls Mom became a vociferous loudspeaker Alcohol staggers inside his belly Like the movement of snake.. He never came that day Mamma's hand freezed with Wheat flour and dough My rapacious belly was ready to suffer Starvation.. And I thought Where did Those besotted legs...

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Everyone dreams of being In the clouds But only know how To get there by Smoking loud. I'm tired of the weed. People only Know how to feed Bad habits. They want to lead By example. They concede and Get trampled. Things get rocky. Life turns from solid To shambles. Procrastination is A Fascination. Stress levels increase. We all scramble....

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A New love is like a spray of wild horses. Sprinting over the plains of emotion and passion. On a whim- zigzagging-changing direction. A pair of manic butterflies carving the wind. When you realize that it wasn't really love the butterflies get trampled to death....

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Behind his endless daydream, behind his boundless self-esteem, what's picking up steam? Swines Capture Team, proceeding plans stacked ream over ream, as well as their seamless dragnet scheme. Hush money he can pay, for impunity he can pray, Justice never looks the other way. Futile his bark and bay, futile his bray, imminent his reckoning day. Donald, a sham...

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the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend, which seems extremely excrescent, must be crushed immediately without any mend. No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent. In his favor, all the rules the Capitol shall bend, prosecution immunity, business chance----each prerogative coming on end. His flagrance in abuse of power, plus republicans' acquiescence, plunges to a...

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During election and after, buzzwords loud and clear, brags loud and clear, the motherer lumps all milestone feats into his merits sphere, as if to the national pantheon he had already drawn near. Still one declarable thing we never hear: his tax sheets of every past year, the wrappings of all his enormities that would cost U.S. dear. Financial...

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Perplexed situation of heaven's hatred Ignored and plundered by pricked pay trend Afore time we enjoyed cosy tosses Kissed and molested by noisy roses. Trapped,ambush and bushed into friendly curse. We watched ourselves slaughtered for no cause. Then, all we saw was our dancing toes Running around as lifeless toes ,oh foes! We were once cuckolding, hugging and loving When we'd dive into bed...

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Crushed petal, crushed stem Flattened flower, Trampled love Dead and dry flower Crushed love, crushed heart, still Packed down against the pavement Crushed flower, crushed stem Forgotten love, lost Dried between sun and pavement pages in a book Trisha Sugarek Moths and Machettes...

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I let people walk over me like the rug i thought i was, flat and faced down on the cold floor, where no one can see, the pain and hurt brewing underneath. I let people trample my soul like the dirt on the ground, dry, cracked without a life source to live, desperately trying to find, that something to help it...

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gravely i'd remembered you with hints of a sudden pastorial past time crawling beneath your craving energies as tangled grapevines a tantalizing ore i'd awakened the sullen must beyond your weathered tones beating as hidden drums quietly calming my inner most needs where i'd bestowed the memories of you capturing my chafed being borrowing seduction from...

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A field once walked Becomes a path for today Tomorrow a road...

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Trampled underfoot Two words that describe my life Initially my first fiancée And latterly my wife To be cheated on Then a broken trust In monetary and in love Like ageing bread, I'd be the crust To their Lions Is where I awake Dazed and confused How much more can I take My peripheral world is hazy Whom we meet, their sometimes not Trample, more like trampled My name is...

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