Unwilling Poems - Poems about Unwilling

don’t think i have it in my heart to leave you i really wish it wasn’t, but it’s true i don’t know if i wanna be here before i even say that, let’s just be clear none of this is because of you it’s just coincidence, i’m overdue i didn’t mean to prolong my stay i just wish you knew im not...

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Venezuela people felt powerless for over twenty years no one wanted to step up until someone did taking the risk of being jailed or killed unsure of the outcome but unwilling to be oppressed one more day people saw this leader and took to the streets demanding change, demanding justice demanding a new outcome, a new Venezuela one voice became many...

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Unwilling rose  At the entrance of the supermarket a lone rose for sale in a vase  Yes, for sale, at a reduced price  she had been there all day long and no one had been interested in purchase  Twelve hours in a vase takes a toll as younger roses came, moisty from the  gardener care, they had the youth she lacked  She had an advantage her...

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I can never fully relish in anything good I'm too afraid of it being ripped away from me I'm always on the brink of it all The almost almost almost. Not open but not closed. Not white but not black. Not mine but....

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You're broken and your mom don't get it and your dad don't want to and your family don't see that you lost your voice someone took your choice Your brother calls you a freak he thinks you're too weak he thinks there's something you could have done but there's only fight, flee or freeze when the situation comes. Your friends say you can't rape the...

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Willingly ignorant Willfully ignorant Unwillfully inignorant Unwillfully informed Not willingly informed Not willingly inignorant I grew up too fast...

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unwilling to toss purple petals though naturally they drop i don’t want to say goodbye they’ve held me captivated for a fortnight from buds with sanguine leaves proud with praise to blossoming royal roses though watered autumn comes like it does for all terrestrials winter tucks it into freeze frame in the inner recesses of the mind meaningful, yet it dwarfs alongside the next periphery i glance outside to see the golden apogee of...

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My response is diverse, because no two reasons are the same. Some come from a king, and some from a dame. Some are allergic, asthmatic, or worse. I do not live in their body, do not carry their purse. Their reasons live in apartments above their brain shelf. They are drinking bourbon, and chasing a green house elf. Their reasons are...

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Unwilling Participant Out of the sky from a far away planet. Coming closer to home, near us. A piece of space dust belonging to an alien. An alien called Kevin with a bad attitude. He never wanted to be an alien nor go into space. Or be called Kevin. But was forced to at laser cannon...

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Over here in an Emotional plebiscite; Knowing it's do or die Sparked by emotional suicide These feelings linger like a pesticide, While I'm trying to go overdrive. Finally asking myself why!? Why? Why does this feel like emphatic repetition, Being manipulated by my perceptive premonitions,... Is this fate.. Or is it just intuition Oh curse these feelings of judgemental superstition! How I...

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For want of full virtuous zeal oligarchs thrive Against deserving clamor for brighter ideals; And perennially trampled commoners groan Under weight no inured villain distantly feels. Bereft of real fighting energy better humans Give in to the more determined aims to slay Life's fairer side and reward villainy's titans; Enabling winds that fuel evil's choking sway. Vice is a...

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Her soul feelings for him are all balled up inside She cannot get out the words She does not run Yet she can hide Here he comes again The man she thought she had fantasized Yet here he is in the flesh, the man of her dreams That man His soul feelings for her are all twisted in a knot He dares not...

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I am an unwilling participant. But it is inescapable. An earthly evil. Death would be preferable, but no, it is taxes…....

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"We the unwilling Led by the unqualified To kill the unfortunate Die for the ungrateful" A motto of the troops Who served in Vietnam And wrote it on the back Of a chrome Zippo lighter. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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I have a heart, I am still a person I paved the way for you. I was young and agile once, tender and fresh faced too. I used to have young blissfull love that shone from within, now all the memories that I have are the wrinkles on my skin. Every scar and wrinkle...

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