Best Placating Poems

My mental health is complicated
Now euphoric, next sedated
Nightmares daily duplicated
All my friends are alienated 
Happy times? They're confiscated
Mental health is complicated 

My mental health is temperamental
One day strong, the next I tremble 
Demon thoughts in turn assemble
Scars you see? Not accidental!
Happy/sad so incidental
Mental health is...

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The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

Well, of course, 
It was pretty hard when you refused to go to the funeral after my Father died,
And I’d hate for this relationship to end in a lie, so…

The second hardest...

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The “forthcoming” backtracks on dilly-dallied whispers.

They place verbal down payments on layaway,
Incomplete soul mates
Running on muted slow dances

Blanketing their pain

“Oh, how I always wished for your lips against my selfless animosity”, said Nobody.

Another decrepit smile
Pandering arrogant Bible verses,
They stroke heartbeats
Made of blood diamond fallacies

Reflecting upon...

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Thousand years! Thousand years it is
Long living like the undying breeze
Deep down my self, deep down my ease
In the thick bark of my heart a love does exist
Thousand years ago
There exist for my mood, a flower that glows
Regulating my heartbeat and blood flow
Raising my guts...

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Harrowing shifts placating Palestinian patients
Awkwardly healing bones, injuries war caused
Comfort we gave seemed severely insufficient
Soul mates meeting among pain, implausible 

Crutch hobbling boy with copious haphazard grin
Caught both our hearts, we smuggled him chocolate 
You took every free chance to sit and joke with him
Your...

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I'm sorry, is phrase so used today,
In this society. 
These words would mean a lot, 
more if the actions followed.
Anyone can say them.
Just depending on if they send the 
Feelings to follow the words true meaning.
When they are said, 
it should be from the mind,...

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Apologising all the time is often an after-effect of trauma; a self-preservation technique survivors may think they still need to utilise in order to protect themselves. 

Everyone is healing from something. Let's try to be kind to one another. 

Blessings.

I'm sorry
By Michelle Morris
11/12/2022

"I'm sorry" is...

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For an hour of your time
I could write a poem
 Remembered
for two lifetimes
The simplest touch
 altering generational
I told you so's
Placating troubled minds
introducing you to the tip
of what you were meant 
      to do
Becoming
 fully aware 
  of favorite lines
to...

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Is this life but a dream? 
I once wondered to myself, in this life
Will we really find true happiness,
A place to which we can escape,
A place where there are no worries of the future,
Where we, once again, may envision life with the naivety of a...

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Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian

puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,

parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate...

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Pleasantly pleasing providing peaceable
placating pacifists
a Happy New Year....

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What are you doing with me God?
What are you doing with me Earth?
What is your plan?
I've always thought this suffering
To be a blessing that in time
Will reveal itself to me 
And I will be the better for it.

Have I not wanted?
Have I not spent each...

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Once captivated by your light that shined bright
Smooth sailing seas,  but I now resemble a shark
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight

Again I move through the cold, this is my plight
A weary werewolf under dark moon, not a lark
Once captivated by your...

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Crisp cool chardonnay drenches their lips,
it's flavour running rivulets over their tongues
eyes widen over the candlelit table,
and he thinks about giving her sons

Rich sticky risotto slowly prised from bowls
mouthfuls devoured in anticipation
he wipes his mouth with emphasised lust
and she thinks about sensual elation

Chargrilled sardines stare...

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AHHH MAN…..

Can’t be tough anymore
…gotta be soft and cuddly
……..but not afraid of spiders or mice.

Can’t talk loud anymore
…you’ll be called angry, or intimidating
……..thus making you a bully.

Can’t strive to be the best
……must be cognizant of the self esteem of others
…………while placating the PC police.

Must know...

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