Best Elephant In The Room Poems

The big headlines cause sensation,
Media’s chosen information.
Manipulative, they entomb
the big elephant in the room.

Stress is put on the suggestive
keeping tongue and the mind active.
They sweep aside with furtive broom
the big elephant in the room.

Gain is high on the agenda
grabbing votes in referenda.
They hide, on purpose,...

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A lack of oxygen, a stifled room
A pregnant pause, apparent gloom
Bitter sighs and angry growls
Upon her face "It's not my fault"
His wrinkled brow, "I'm not to blame!"

Past mistakes that hover now
Where pride as tough as elephant skin
Clinch the eyes where tears begin

While those who made...

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3 polished oak fans,
Swirling in robotic unison

High maintenance socialites,
Sipping on Merlot fallacies

Lemon yellow coated walls,
Flat,
Like their smiles

Comparisons of dangling Porsche & Bentley keys
A glorified day care center,
Pacifiers included

The muted virtuosos speak softly in hymn dialects.

Courtesy laughter in snob’s octave

Their heads twitching side to side,
Left to...

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Depression is killing more than ever, yet remains the largest elephant in the room
Mental health has a stigma attached to it
People are scared to get help for their mental illness and wounds
Cause people judge and laugh at it

Bipolar, depression, bulimia, schizophrenia
Just a few topics constantly...

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Believe no word I say;
Just watch what I do.
No matter how I try
I can't hide it from you.

Ashamed of every bite, 
I starve in your eyes.
But when you turn around 
I choke on french fries. 

I can't hide from the world
That pure ecstasy I feel...

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it was a dark november day
the clouds hanging ominous
time seeming to stand still
the sun long gone astray

in a dark most somber mood
we headed toward memorial hill
feeling quiet lost in deep in thought
facing our mortality each in solitude

one of so many funeral processions
more than we could...

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I wake up in the morning, eat my bran and germ,
You know I'm pretty hungry, since I'm a pachyderm.
I have to write a poem, will hold the pencil with my trunk,
Better read up on style, courtesy of White and Strunk.

The poem, it must be just...

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The elephant is in the room,
In fact the entire house,
But nobody really addresses its presence,
Or the damage it represents.

It’s not clearly seen,
Like a ghost wondering about,
The feelings may be present,
But nobody seems to drag it out.

When will this elephant leave,
Or is it permanently there to...

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His steps are heavy
Yet he is invisible
The panic sets in

Take him for a walk
Leave him some where safe and sound
To find his own way

The grey, dreary, day
Sputtering and spurting now
Big crocodile tears...

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Can't see past the end of your nose                                     ...

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She may be petite
or large...not the point;
Moms are Republicans;
she may have small feet...
or large – either way,
hurt their children
and they step heavy – 
Democrats to-rue-the
day, they turned from
the peoples' good to
pay-to-play – the ultimate
maleficence. The Devil's
         ...

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have you ever heard a song
that all you can do is cry along
as the sadness of the sound
overwhelms...

not even really sure it's true
did it do to you what it intended to
rounding up
the elephant in the room

with a voice that cut's the diamonds edge
as what was...

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To my right, to my left,
the elephant in the room,
locking eyes, straight ahead,
doom...
   doom...
      doom.

A thousand spirits proclaimed it,
another dimensional shift,
verifiable frequency sustains it,
ascension at its best.

Even the best are trembling,
wondering of mankind's worth,
since they've been judged unworthy,
of...

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By: rontwigger

Never make believe that you do not see
That monstrous elephant in the room.
So you would be cleared in your doom,
Spread the sick beans of someone you'd never be. 

Fuel not the system of, for and by the few
For you know it triggers so much...

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Some call me Mr. Trump
Some call me ex-president
To some I am a hero
I cater to the right

But I am just a puppet
Putin is the master
He really wants America to fall
No matter what the cost

One failed insurrection
And a hypocritical tweet for every occasion
Oh wait, I got...

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