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Poems about Contemporary
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See if anyone knows what this is about. I'll tell you in the notes at the end.
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by Libertydoll
157 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 8 5:23 PM 2008. In Adult, Contemporary, Dark, Life, Hope, Thoughts, Society, Personal, Love, Lyrics
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What was it you thought when / You scourged your nails into my eyes and brain? / / Your so callous and cold / And oh so wondrously dangero
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Poetry Soup / / Note: not to be confused / with alphabet soup. / / Making soup / / is the most / / like making poetry. / / Anyone c
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Preparation appeals to the obsessive compulsive streak / that sleeps on the whole quiet in my nature. / How I enjoy with somber pleasure li
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My Letter / / I got The Letter. / The one that God should have never written. / With my name and his base address. / U.S. Army seal solomnly printed at the top of the lonely / paper. / "Ms. Carolyn Sullavin," they said to me, / "We regret
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The girls with white washed faces / Stagger through the lamp lit street / Into the seediest embraces of / Someone they’ll never meet. / Th
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What if we are completely wrong / And life is nothing that it seems? / All the theories we cannot prove / What says they are remotely close? / What if all our equations / Just fit it all by chance? / The same chance that / Could create the h
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In early year my mind was filled, / with helplessness and rage. / I kept myself from growing up, / by constructing my own cage. / / I knew
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Are You Not? / / Are you not bored with this tired rhetoric? This complicit? / The dried husks of reproductions of meaningless sums? / Do you not digest them with such distaste? Such rancour? / An acrimonious sentiment as bland and unappealing
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You beat your brains on a Saturday night, / Pump it full of drugs and booze, / Do you do it to remember or just to fight? / Or do you do it
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She stalks the playgrounds to gauge the mood, / Reading the graffiti tags; they’re the news today. / - The desperate irony of a lonely epitaph- / White Ace cans, broken glass and empty fag packets / Is the decorum she can expect. / / Witho
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“Oh, you should’ve seen me” / “What am I like?” “What are you like?” / Her they come, the usual suspects, / Crawling in on a Monday morning. / Bleary eyed- they didn’t want to sleep too much- / And hang-dog, blood vessels erupted from the sinkin
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Here we go again; will that last glass / Dull it, or will we be up again for hours? / Lying here listening to the night time sounds: / A far off ambulance screaming past, / The wind outside ushering in the rain / And the fighting and vomiting wh
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calls. Claims It’s a tenor
when I’m sure It’s a baritone.
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I hate furniture, most
types anyway. They
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by riveralex
353 words, 10 comments,
on Jan 21 11:09 AM 2008. In Lyrics, Love, Personal, Contemporary, Dark, Adult, Abuse, Family, Pain
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That winter on Eaton Street, it felt more like fall. / I wore belly shirts and flip-flops and tanned to a crisp. / I pretended to be a teen
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And out Of your dogma You peek.
by algoressister
114 words, 1 comment,
on Jan 14 7:56 PM 2008. In Beat, Contemporary, Free verse, Humor, Life, Rant, Rhyme, Sad, Society, Weird
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Forgive me if I fail to celebrate the majesty of Everest; / The mountain doesn't need my praise, / Has lived, will live, long after we are
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Alas, love is flawed;
Not every cake rises.
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sometimes the 200th kiss
is the fireworks.
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You know, / I'm so very proud / of the achievements of my gender. / Of the scrapyard we left on the moon, / and all those cylinders / on Ev
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