Bottled Poems - Poems about Bottled

Blank Face Has Feelings Emotions are bottled up tight. ...

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In these days of austerity It’s getting to be a treat To go out for a few pints And have a bite to eat, So, Please Mr Pub Landlord Grant me just a little wish Bring back the vinegar bottle So I can splash me bit of fish. Those little plastic sachets You’ve generously placed there Supposedly have perforation But they just refuse tear. I need...

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The best bit of advice I can give for free, To those who from anger and or frustration cannot break free, That may set them free. If you never let others know how you really feel, You will only ever feel like a heel, And there will be few chances for you to heal. A case in point, To prove my point, My...

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I try to make all of the pain poetic Try to ignore how I was abused by a prick So many ways So many days More times than I can mention I want to put down my chin Fall off like the leaves To the next life and reprieve This life’s karma How can I practice dharma With all this anger inside me I can’t take...

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Drivel in a puddle Cried my tears The bowl is dry The water is a wonder we all need there is no why The water is life The life is for the all We can not keep our pigeon read We only seam to fall There is a crawl up a way side There is a demon in the tree You should not...

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A bell-jar, crystalline, as transparent as an aquarium Vibrant colors burnt umbers tints glass atop the kitchen table. No elaborate gardening, just gentle misting in the terrarium Muted pinks, earthy tones, texture soft as Siberian sable My supercilious ways are overridden by fecund elegance. Gather around my friends and behold cherished succulents. ...

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multi nuanced flavour many coloured & aromas to savour always in the taste & swallowed without haste bottled magnums ...

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it comes and goes lately it seems to linger leaving a few more scars in its wake the mastering of self the balance of craving the emptiness shattered beneath us why must we relive old memories collecting saddened streams of haste causing injury to the pure foundation of emotional bliss the beautiful part of self...

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. Palpable fear lurks a mystery in the Air a certain eerie feel suspects an killers can come anywhere The strike is invisible no tools or weapon no no trace no fngerprints It’s in thin air creeps .. shudder... horror Now everyone wears masks All are Suspects All are Culpable Three new cases in the neighborhood Death comes slow. is inevitable. No cure Norms have changed. Hiding face is civil Cannot trust None. Keep Social...

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Gall stones large as hens’ eggs, pale kidneys buoyant as seabirds. Shriveled livers, yet some so bloated they have features as if the organ had drowned imprinted by a sleeping face. A fetus floating in a deeper space than can be calculated by light years. There is less purpose in preserving the anatomy of death now. The carnival wagons have gone away, the fish-man in his...

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Dipping and swirling with my cork ready to pop, with these words written and your name at the top. I throw it upon the waters hoping to reach you, Alone in this sea of love wondering if you will find me. My heart is trapped floating alone among these waves, hoping to find you on the golden sand of love. Many...

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In his mid-30s but still a boy Given $14.50 an hour and 12 hour shifts Six days a week His driver’s license confiscated For five slung beers over a night long ago Cost him $10,000 Contributed to the system Of judges bailiffs lawyers and Presidents All residents Of the lakes and new mansions up north on weekends Five years it will take him To pay them...

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Inner rage at boiling point, Fighting emotions, losing sight Wanting to let go, dreading I might, Bottling it up before it’s flight Roaring and twisting, my tormented soul Mind fighting reason, giving a goal. Suffer in silence, or fight and lose all? Sanity clawing, grasping the wall. Too easy to kill, harder to drown Inner most being, must think I’m a clown My pain is...

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I,you and the closest Bottled with winter winds Clones of one another Covered with passionate love People see us in numerical holes Driven with early thoughts We grow our own cells, We grow our own prejudice Immoral stars aren't always ugly My closest live with primary stigma, Fallen and dived Notions doesn't matter Empathy is a must Buy our expensive hearts And bring the new...

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It is tears I battle with every day, They seem to flow unchecked, I wish there was a way to make them stay, To make me feel less wrecked, I water my bed with tears of despair, Mine eye's consumed with grief, These drops of groaning are too much to bear, Who will give me relief? Yet, in His bottle, God puts all...

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