Uneven Poems - Poems about Uneven

dedication for love You’re being noticed by others, While I search for your love. I’ve been lied to, knowing I've been Replaced by your mother's love. Oh, what can I get in return? I've taken all the warmth from your arms But it's futile; we're nothing worthwhile. You seem to be unaware of my needs, though I need you more than ever. I lost myself...

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A Lombardian young man nicknamed Stan; delivered Amazon stuff in his van. They didn’t pay very much being so out of touch; so he skedaddled back home to Milan....

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love is infinite spread across the galaxies though unevenly...

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They take over the mind first, and then the soul And then work their way through the body Leaving a gaping hole With not much to do, and with little support All we can think about, is one word - “Abort” We talk ourselves in, and talk ourselves out Left to our minds, with much to worry about Eventually we share, with...

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When a heart brakes it doesn’t break even Just like a parachute my words were force to moved ...

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who are you now but a version of who am i we are but question mark bombs that will eventually explode in time when we explode, what will we confess to when the date was fresh, why did we not engrave it lasting memories who am i now but a facsimile of who are you we are but an exclamation...

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…and those in the race Continued running And the gap widened Between they and us Who stayed behind And invoked native ingenuity To give value to our lives. For us the race was run: To beg their aid is taboo!...

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It was a summer night. A windswept moonbeam plummeted. Sexualizing an indigo flesh. A butcher was seducing a spider, in company of a holy book. Sunbathing in mass grave of skulls. The eyes peeking out of the caps. You want to pluck the blue berries from volcano mounts. The key player will burn your script. Body of milk died on snow. The moth was coming out...

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Blues are cutting me like a knife all the way down down to my soul somebody please play some rock? '?n?' ?roll maybe if i can get up and,? ?bop and stroll it might be balm for these blues cutting me like a knife like a mill-wheel grinding me Blues wear me down i am ground up like fine meal won't somebody throw down some jazz something smooth-melodic,? ?to...

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On the huge and empty canvas I threw some paints and colors And then let it freely flow Like blank and free verses I came forward and silently watched It crawling softly Between the ups and the downs And highs and the lows of life They were all uneven strokes of life but significant......... And then my life flashed in front of me With outside...

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When your road is uneven and heading uphill, when it seems your agenda with troubles is filled, When your strength's dissipating and your heart's empty, too. Never fear, just remember there is still hope for you! If you keep your head high and your feet on the path, the day will soon come when at all this you'll laugh, and you'll...

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We're built to be uNeven. In balance or Knot We're Weaving. Nature makes it this way So the earth can sway Else we'd be hot, While freezing. Look to your feet If you don't believe me. Touch your skin Epidermis is breathing. We wiggle when we wobble And we giggle when we cobble, Yes making shoes one too small So we can hobble? lol! Now THAT'S perfectly uneven. Thinking. ;p...

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