Versions Poems - Poems about Versions

They kept finding different ways to lynch us Oh we're still spectacles They just watch from their smartphones Watching as we struggle Watching us be tackled They don't see us as victims Just waiting for a pundit To say we deserve it Let's not forget about the 13th ammendment Instead of being slaves they just entered our names in the system As...

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I have too many regrets they bloom like tumors in the soft tissue of memory, each one pulsing with what I should have said before silence set in like rigor mortis. I swallowed whole versions of myself the reckless, the brave, the boy who ran before the door slammed shut. Now I speak in echoes of things I almost did. I wear lives that were never mine borrowed skin stitched with...

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Sorted in a cult, the moment you open your eyes one of the many things you don’t choose inclusion is what each one tries, by learning the culture, customs and taboos. Grow up with each other together a while later, the innocence fades. When each one finds themselves better downhill humanity cascades. They shout slogans and create...

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V1. County jail-revolving door-your home ...

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there are no virgins despite popular belief always a pleasure...

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The version you had of me Never existed Just an illusion You created. The story never ends I exist in different shades Hidden behind masks Or wearing tinted glasses. Mind games Spells to entice Cards played right A hidden fire ignites....

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In that very moment When it matters the most It’s vital that I own it Yet when my wisdom ghosts It turns me to a liar Though I never meant to be I try and calm the fire But all arson points to me I’m flustered and confused By those who sing my praises They assure me, I’m not bruised But my wounds appear...

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why is it that i am left f o r s a k e n- fear has buried me in an abandoned forest of barren trees each leaf that has fallen upon the ...

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You were love’s surprise versed in romantic delight. Your love secured me cuddled and rapport entwined each time our hearts took time to flesh comfort align. I felt our lives were meant to fast coupledom attach in our own signature dressed, love expressed indicators. Then, time witnessed and felt our adhesiveness contort from the soul corrosion you brought and skewed forth...

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(V1) She mastered fatigue like a bible that hadn't opened for awhile (V2) Like a bible that hadn't opened for awhile she mastered fatigue...

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In Progress ver. 1 1. Imagine an Idea from which later a title will form. 2. Select a form, a kind of song, cadence, rhythm from your soul. 3. Allow the tone to be defined. 4. Sketch with words an outline of the message 5. Retrace the lines and hear the melody between the lines. 6. Go back and question...

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Time moves fast First to last A strange cast From deep core So much more How time spores Poise knows change Odd and strange In swift range Start clear poise Wit owns choice In brief voice Style knows cheer That lives here With you dear Night and day Come what may Love does pay Stretch your pace Seize wise grace Love lights face In due time Verse holds rhymes As act mimes On the road Bear each load As truth goads Leon...

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Isaac Albéniz's Asturias, Three Versions, Three Instruments I By Andres SEGOVIA, guitar, 2006 Man lopes up mast-pole Man lopes up mast-pole Man lopes up mast-pole And finds no maiden fair Who mimes his Asturian air II By Andronicus, piano version Man bikes up mountain Man bikes up mountain Man bikes up mountain And espies masts far from there Biscay Basques back with wares rare III By Florin Croitoru,...

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The day you died, I was fully grown A proud parent, with children of my own All of me lost you, all of me cry But 5 year old me, keeps asking "why" That sweet little girl, you tucked in every night That six year old, you taught to ride a bike That eleven year old, you waved off to camp That...

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1. I miss you still, all’s hurt and weeping, shrouding orb and stars, while nourishments a pot of poisoned love that in my desperation I consume cold on the ash of angers fiery words. 1. I sift and rake love’s cinders so to find some fragments to construct a fragile chain to fasten me to you and you to love, treat tender,...

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