Utter Poems - Poems about Utter

I find myself feeling utterly empty so often. I find myself putting nails on my metaphorical coffin. I find myself dwelling on what could have been and what could happen. ...

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Silence so loud who knows the sound? Who, at a point in life has not utterly drowned in what is silence? Always searching reaching for something Beyond the veil into the darkness Catching a glimpse of the life so, needed heart beat rapid ...

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My strung-out limbs grow like plants Head in the clouds, toes with the ants Branches sprout, leaves strewn about, Now I’m walkin’ ‘round with an utter lack of pants My eyes swirl like big lollipops Cogs and wheels, they just won’t stop Sugar melts, candy belts Now I’m full of air like a cold can of pop My propeller spins on...

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My fellow Americans have become utter fools supporting two-state solutions, Hamas-led rule They abandon Israel, our one reliable M-E ally ~ who alone stands between Iran and democracy's goodbye ...

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Can you recall a time When words could scarcely say, The sorrows on your mind Or joys of yesterday? It often is the case When urge is met with pause, That silence stills our tongues And minds us of our cause. A broken heart disdained; A love you gladly found: Words we cannot utter Lay littered on the ground. I’ll fix them in my hands And mail them...

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Tough as old boots, i'll betch'a coutts ' the barrage is just ' And you're due ' can you redress.? One can only guess? On which foot is the proverbial shoe ? Err I mean boot ! I think your venture into social fields is not so benefical Yet gorge psoriasis led, and no doubt advised...

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Do you fear dying? Have you breathed utter darkness that tests your resolve? The night is ghastly only if you lose sight of Heaven....

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Listen to the forest in the depth of one’s mind and craft arresting soundscapes from within. Gaze into a spectral morning dazzling anew and watch those scales that slither from one’s eyes, Utter silken threads that pulse each vein with choral church bells ascending thru a literati conduit. Wallow in the cascade of an oceanic blue and cherish every vital sea green moment Posted...

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Utter Silence. You stare at the page wondering where it all went wrong; Was it you? No, that can’t be right… But then if it wasn't you then you wouldn't be here at this moment. You wouldn't be here in the dead of night. here with just your thoughts- Just you- You are what's wrong- No. The Utter Silence seems to agree. Who let...

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I stand barefoot in the golden yellow sand, yearning for your tender touch, as you steadily approach with gentle steps; I see the vast sea softly dousing the shore, and my words come out in a gasp of sob, as I utter your name in fond hope; Come, oh love, breathe life into my weary soul and wrap...

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Calm like a mountain brooding o'er the sea, And creeping like a snail, unwilling to travel a distance, Her love came, engulfed me down to the origin of my soul, I couldn't resist the angelic glimpse of her beauty. Her love for me is coated with romance, power, sugar and passion, Each day I couldn't feel her breath upon my...

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"That's utter balderdash," I loudly screamed you can't catch a dragon with a mousetrap. This operation proves you have no clue we're in trouble; put on your thinking cap! I'm sorry, but luck is not on our side and we don't have the time for dissension. Apples to apples we don't stand a chance it's your life; you had best pay...

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Mistress Lana thinks she is my Central Committee guru sends her greetings to the downtrodden masses she's downtrod a bit of real estate in her day ground under her boot heel investment swindlers and barbershop quartets at the kaleidoscope factory perforated by her errant profundities we are all struggling to not miscalculate pull push take your pick now there's a predicament for all you blast bunker...

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in the language of personal amplification you'd think it was all a scam to make you drop your guard and play patty cakes with Evil job 3 was to rearrange your molecules into an actual you capable of withstanding the outcomes you generate from a lack of detail where science is not to be found there is no other description that fits praise the panoramic vista just...

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the footing on the flanks of the Hill of Beans was worse than he had sussed that drizzling pale morning when the Sun was lowest but beans be damned and their counters with them yes I know a smoky mess like most of what we see and witness in the dawn of the Era of Swans nah I'm ting you it's the Era of Dalliance so dally as...

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