Vicissitudes Poems - Poems about Vicissitudes

We blindly traverse life’s vicissitudes, Upheavals and harmony An odyssey in search of love, Beauty, truth and happiness Lamented in moments of sorrow Euphoric in joyous bliss Recorded in hours, days and years Till hands of death bring to cease....

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I was born in the odds, I lived through it, dotted the lines on my path I was born among hyenas, these scrambling to stiffen the last breath, Amidst hurts and hate first from home, A lot cast in mirage and fantasies, Hope too soon cut short, Survival, a struggle, Unexplainable Fratricidal warfare, The closer in blood, the more bloodier, A...

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On prying on my mind much as ye can, Ye make me ponder what gives me deep tan, Shape, sharpen me, goad me to grow as man, Ye trim down rough contours of my raw edge, Help me add life, not just years to my age, ...

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Personal vicissitudes pronounced irrepressible self loathing Ever since mine late boyhood when unstoppable coded cellular processes did segue I experienced abhorrence toward yours truly, an extremely introverted kid, whose parents nor siblings (one younger and older sister) could not arouse him out of his emotional torpor (even enlisting powers of druid) akin being on par with Peter Peter pumpkin eater..., whereby he (meaning author who crafts this...

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An evil warlock changed my vicissitudes on this horrible mean day. It only took seconds, but he took all my power and confidence away. I went from a woman to a purple dragon with red stripes you see. He was in cahoots with an ogre who has always hated little ole me. They transmuted me with abnormally joyful anticipation...

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How long will he labour? How long will he stand to wait at the harbour? Aged but still toiling, Weary components decry oiling, He rises early to a routine striving, He retires home, feet dragging. His perpetual toil hasn't yielded much, Life has left him in the lurch, From his prime to his senior, he scrimps and saves, All that come are not...

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Ever since mine boyhood I experienced abhorrence toward yours truly, an extremely introverted kid, whose parents nor siblings (one younger and older sister) could not arouse him out of his emotional torpor akin being on par with Peter Peter pumpkin eater... whereby he (meaning author who wrote this poem) kept himself isolated, quarantined, and xed out within self made shell. Me mum mollycoddled her only son bathed him in...

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Invisible to the naked eye traumatization (courtesy chastising and reproaching - by fellow classmates and later in life birth parents and inlaws dealt hefty figurative jab) tremendously impacted yours truly analogous to him moving bajillion miles away compounded by his withdrawn demeanor diagnosed when he reached middle adulthood as schizoid personality disorder, thus exhibiting obvious developmental delay bullied courtesy nasty brutes, who scapegoated and rejoiced with hip hip hurray, meanwhile...

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Ponder life's vicissitudes with gentle tears of solicitude Our lot, to comfort and pray the Lord will have the final say...

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Raindrops sprinkle spent dogwood petals on the lawn While tiny bluebirds perch in nearby mulberry, stalling, Awaiting the drizzle’s end, fussing at a week-old fawn Who grazes unaware sharp crystal droplets are falling, Raining down like tiny sharp fragments of shrapnel. Afternoon planting, too, must wait ‘til morrow’s dawning Lest fragile seedlings, soaked through, hear...

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Are My Words So Foreign Or Obtuse That You May Not, Within Them, See Truth? That We Live Together Within, While Without We Share, What May One Day, Become A Common View; A Mutual Love Born Beyond The Forming Of All Words. A View We May Adopt As Living Love, Grown Fervent In The Fertile...

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Does the dead not walk? I woke up in the middle of last night drained, In my castle built in the stark blank, I was like the vulture beaten by wild rain storm. Does the dead not walk? The fragrance which pefumed from my body was alluring, But it stunk on the people's nostrils, In that I know I have been to...

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Vicissitudes Of A Rambling Life Once Lived I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst, chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve lonely vagabond, since...

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"Vicissitudes into Light" You are another world away from me stretching far from his insanity Diving into a new Light Dimensions that are the truest You From the dark deep Ocean of sinking blue Reach on the wave in my wake I gift to You You are stronger than all of his bluest blues broken egg shells ladders in stockings hyena in the corner little Jack now crying...

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Affliction with comprehension, now plain as day predisposition to experience (particularly abstract) cognitive acquisition assailed at bay posits me to suspect mental deficiency within gray matter of yours truly, whose academic track record lay in abyssal ruins, and as three score orbitz round the sun, yours truly doth pay a hefty emotional price oy vey, the voluminous, onerous, horrendous, and analogous moribund Atlas I cannot pray tell shrug off from me mental...

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