Wire Poems - Poems about Wire

The man was handsome, intelligent, and good in bed. But he just had nothing to say. And all of his days were the same. Monochromatic introspection followed by a sort of smothered self-expression. He never felt like himself. And he always felt worried about what other people thought about him. Who even was he? His routine? His career? His interests? His beliefs? Beliefs? The man had no beliefs, the man didn’t need to believe. For if he started believing in something, he may have actually needed to...

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Barbed wire, it sure ain’t pink Poor Barbie, she can’t think; she’s a smart, sharp dresser wire’s a sharp oppressor. She stares with steely gaze; wire’s steel, invokes delays. Barbie is a girlfriend, true; wire’s no friend of me or you. The whole world is Barbie’s kin barbed is there to fence us in....

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Growing old things loved and cherished come and go phone calls- text messages thinning tossed aside in a world of folly and frost- Growing old in a world that keeps getting colder hard faces-hovering over graying steps cobwebs in the corner of an empty nest Growing old, another funeral procession -one friend less life becoming endless blue eulogy-nothing more nothing...

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Walking a thin wire way up high above whichever way you lean you just might fall in love. At times there's nothing better the feelings are so great mistakes do sometimes happen when love has turned to hate. It's hard for some to figure why everything did change but love is an enigma and sometimes even strange. So get back on the wire better balanced than before another chance...

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I have a story to tell Where survival and pain Literally broke the veil. It took years to see The truth of my abuse And the memories of my hurt Has given me my muse. I fell into men that craved control. I knew one day I would get rest For my weary soul. Physical pain was a common norm And my abusers...

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eight doves on a wire together friends on bar stools...

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KERATIN is extracted from cows hooves to make to make foam for fire extinguishers. ............................................ They butchered the shank to make disks to serve with beef cheeks. the wine sauce would be cooked separate and and made of wine chicken feet thyme bay leaves cayenne carrots garlic onions sun dried tomato's 3 anchovies we would need 15 pounds of cheeks 20 pounds of shanks 6 pounds of chicken feet ( to make chicken stock) the oniony, tender...

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The wire's wound tight, and so taut 'round my neck. And I know, 'less it snaps, I will soon lose my breath. But my body and mind an innumerable wreck, I can only just smile at the prospect of death....

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In circuits of gold, our hearts still beat red, Screens flicker bright, yet souls seek to glow. We dance with data, but are we truly led? Through labyrinths of code, our stories are thread, Algorithms hum, but empathy must flow. In circuits of gold, our hearts still beat red. Keyboards connect, or leave us unfed, Touch-starved fingers swipe high and low. We dance...

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A bird on a wire Taking in the world Looking around about to fly Into the beauty of the sky Ruffling of feathers Body tensing for take-off Jumping from the limb Flapping of the wings As it soars majestically into the air Stretching it wings to full length Sweeping down into the Valley Hunting for its prey Screeching through the air Stretching its claws out Grab what is his An...

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A tall, chain wire fence surrounds the perimeter of the power station, casting its evening shadow over a wide bank of grass leading down to the river. Sometimes I sit there just to listen to the sound of the wind make music through the wires. It is a soft, melancholy music that carries a certain sorrow. Uncoupled from a name, it seems a composite...

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Lay me down in a field of barbed wire, I’ll fulfill your noxious fantasy; It is mine too; Let the messenger speak, The broken arrows on your letter I assure you were received; Now lay me down; Pierce me the way you want to; Let the scratches bleed me; Mingling with our scarlet telepathy desire marries us by blood oath; Forever miscible; Let your latent...

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This is the news, a dream of peace, an echo from the Middle East, where children cannot understand, the broken bones of broken lands, their only hope, for war to cease. Every imam, rabbi and priest, can hear the loss for those deceased, while leaders watch or wash stained hands, this is the news. Hope is a hostage for release, a call for all...

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Lonely is the wire where no bird comes to rest it's feet, as if the message once flown to you, is numbered incomplete. How does love live lively in the flight upon their wings, throughout the barrier of love between to gather in the light That love it brings....

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Now that I am home Home and home and home The porch is my outside Lucky me 3 stories high The mesa to my left Mount Zion to my right On my narrow porch Spring greens oh my Time to watch a season An hour and an hour and an hour The yellow bird on a wire Spring a new migration Talking to the birds A flute player...

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