Unsupervised Poems - Poems about Unsupervised

a gathering of thoughts, parallel runs the chaotic narrative: I don't know what's wrong why my heart flutters in my chest affirmations run riot: "you have a lot to deal with" STOP guilt, plagued by guilt stride forward, deal with it all! ...

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The Unsupervised Stop Sign 10-26-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Unsupervised Stop Sign STOP! Red lights flash crimson warnings As arias of bloodred omens swirl about My heedless headstrong rush past clanging signs Into a deserted briar filled footpath in desertion. SLOW DOWN! Before unattended bowers of simpering weeds Teach my mindless feet of snares and waiting snakes While grieving angelic hosts Sing pathetiques of harbingers. DANGER! Scoffing ignorance of neon auguries, Captured...

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Written: October 25, 2023, For Craig Cornish Contest ------------------------------------------- The world is wailing with wantonness every time feelings and fists collide crooning in the midst of the earthquake akin to lamenting the...

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Blazing sun stuns my eyes, sunglasses offer no respite. Clammy hands tremble, as the steering wheel begins vibrating. Arsenic heat suffocates, wrapping its hands around my neck. Parched lips beg to hydrate, but 'Jeptha Creed' increases the intensity. Thunder rumbles through my body, as lightning strikes in 'desert storm' flashbacks - all I see is red flags, red lights and red...

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It was late at night and I couldn't sleep restless as a caged bird I flew the coop in my 1964 blue thunderbird... I saw him from the corner of my eye cradling an empty bottle of gin I rolled down the window and asked him if he needed a place to stay for the...

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Stop and read 2x2 ft sheet of metal with red with white letters Stop who said claims William Eno New York businessman or be it Harold Harry Jackson working in the Detroit busy Street intersection Stop he who holds the sign stops the cars Stop he who created the sign stops the cars before traffic signal red...

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There was a time, when the sun was our guiding light, amidst clouds of twilight that paint our skylines bright. There were no misleading traffic signals, halting our ride into the mysterious nights. A shimmering candle was the spark of truth within- reflecting intuitions that guide through confusions. Life was then a simple highway with fewer obstacles, yet in our ignorance...

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They rode to matches in an old school bus. The rookies at the front, old players in back, the coach, by the driver, "she's one of us!". Wore team colors out, came home wearing black. An ice hockey team, the pride of Humbolt, met a 40 ton semi that just didn't break. Sixteen young players' futures bought to a halt by a...

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Flirting with disaster On this fast-moving highway of life; Speed demons incurably infected With the disease of impatience. I tremble with disgust When shaken by a fierce gust of wind Engendered by ill-advised velocity. Acknowledge me, disrespecting demons. Don't barrel your way through as if I'm not there, Lest you recklessly careen off An approaching curve on the road; A hefty price...

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When no one looks, just do what's right Like an unsupervised stop sign Don't just do right when you're in sight For, honesty is so divine Put your soul on your own pedal Put your body on your own wheel Ride on to claim your own medal Brace your mind in covers of steel Ride...

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Unsupervised stop sign telling me not to go On the other side I could join the devil's flow Gliding through the night all my darkness in tow But I'll wait here, because I know what I know Don't cross the line, don't cross the line Quit listening to the twisted logic of your mind Don't cross the line, don't cross the...

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THE UNSUPERVISED STOP SIGN The illusive Aura far beyond consciousness hallucinates displaying fake luminosity on overambitious mind. Me always to progress, never to regress embowered by self obsession. ...

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When siren screams become silent to ears for which a heart has stopped; billions of beats - a billion thoughts, are not stilled, they survive in pauses that stare, and dreams that start awake and in journals where scribbles trace where those thoughts rhyme and wander. There's a sign ahead, at trail's end, yet no one's...

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The unsupervised stop sign travels all over town With no one there to watch him, he made departure from the ground. Off he went o’er yonder, and up and down the city street He’d stop in front of speeding cars, and then rinse and repeat, It must be such a shock to to see a sign when before...

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In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile, at the edge of the fading fulcrum of future obscure, at the door-step of dusk the sunset swansong resonates for the forlorn essence silhouetted in confounding stillness. As the twilight time is tinged by the spent sun, sinking within the strata of the discontent dust, with the cornucopia of the...

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