Wasting Poems - Poems about Wasting

Days fly by We've created our own version of time Foggy memories seep through our brains Been known the definition of insane But still playing the same old game Just because reality is sometimes too lame Problems just seem to appear An we're the only ones to blame It's time for a change Fear keeps us in the same old lane Praying for the strength...

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From "rare earth for aid" to blank check security guarantee, Zelensky recently made a series of blind concession to Trumpery, who trumpeted long and long for a "peace" deal with the invader. Everybody has a clear judgement that buckling to such crapola will wipe out all of Ukraine's previous resistance efforts and prostrate their strength...

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too much time wasted on … comparing, complaining, criticizing listening to others’ opinions of you thinking some people do not like you life is too short to waste time! spend time on … thanking, appreciating what you have ignoring others’ opinions of you accepting not everyone will like you knowing yourself, strengths and imperfections ...

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We write poems, not poetry And we don’t waste our time We denounce the scandalous slime As we expose all unspeakable crimes We throw lemons, limes and rhymes At them to chase away what’s so ugly In them. We definitely want a better World of compassion, love and peace We cannot sleep at night, since there’s a list Of good deeds and things that...

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If time is not properly managed Surely life will be getting damaged As time will leave us urgently We mustn't touch troubles gently Time if is wasted without sense The route to defeats, it opens Instead if we are very careful Victories are indeed plentiful Time can never be retrieved Something must be achieved We must work in full flow To get the gold, let us...

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The words are dazzling, razzling, ripping and roaring. I cannot tear them out of my mind fast enough. They are chastising, criticizing, laughing and staring. Some days my muses are rowdy, rough and tough. Can you give me a second to go to the bathroom? I beg. When I come back in a few seconds, there is no hope. Hilarious joke!...

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Woke up jumped off the couch and put on a mask Used in order to survive another average day Sat on the stairs lit up and smoked enough to blow a mind and descend into a heady hazy trance Oh boy John said to Paul I just watching the news today Witnessed both a declaration and a timely reminder to the everyman To in...

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Like sands Through the hourglass My thoughts percolate Between instant gratification And long-term resolution. Like an unfaltering pool Of sinking sand My dissatisfaction agglutinates With foolish gibberish To obscure optimism. Like a withering stalk My shrivelling aspiration Matches and clashes With swelling inertia Resulting in dispiriting Deprivation of direction. Like a valley of ash My barren essence Gasps for restitution - For a preserving elixir To cogently overturn The demise of time....

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judgmental eye measures whilst sigh of heart treasures scattered thoughts resurrect in dreams fear fraught dissect when head melds with our heart then our true life does start 29-August-2021 Essence...

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I simpy don't understand my new psychiatrist I've already completed three one-hour sessions He sits there transfixed, listening to me as if I were the most interesting person to ever walk this earth... I can't tell you one single thing about this fellow other than he wears jeans, he's left-handed and he doesn't need listening lessons Next session, he talks or I...

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Ten years spun into ballooning wear Keep slipping through tighter fingers, Fresh year's tries in futility repair Adamant dents of wasting days. Naive New Year's Eves pop in and go In swift succession of dying dreams, Most astute labors bootless bow; Giving up more rewarding seems. No tiny stone now unturned remains, Yet progress-freezing agues fetid ail; Stinging...

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Not being who you were born to be -- evidence of a wasting life!...

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I’ve spent days wasting paper Just trying to write a simple song Describing the way I feel Knowing that she’s long gone I don’t lose my words often But some say I’m better off Just take this time to heal And clear your head But that is all too simple Cause you don’t have to sit at home While...

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My friends and family wonder thusly On these hours lost to idle rhyme Where such tales and thoughts expressed Seem an affront on precious time. My desire to fixate on every word To produce a work they'll never read Is a joy of love they will never know On what this poet feeds. So I slog away at the words of old To give...

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Squandering what you never had And what you’ll never —understand (Dreamsleep: March, 2020)...

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