Coded Poems - Poems about Coded

Frontier vulture in the coded missions Autumnal dew is misplaced Red syrup on the corpse © Mahtab Bangalee 15 October, 2023 Chattogram...

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Within a night, a simple crop field has been transformed into a magnificent work of art, the overnight cryptic formations capture the attention of all as the large section of the crop has been tamped into marvellous morphic designs of art, rings and other intricate accomplished geometric patterns. Edges so neat, it appears that they...

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You take all the air around me so I can’t breathe, You drain all the blood in my veins so my heart can’t beat, But I’m afraid, I’m afraid of trying and failing, I’m afraid of failing the first time I attempt to try, I’m afraid you might say no even before I’m done making the request, And so I don’t...

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All we do, coded. Society, civilization all predetermined. How we behave all coded. Everything we do, everything we think, coded. Within the code we live. Outside the code we cannot go. Predetermined paths, all by code. What we’ll do, where we go from here all coded, predetermined. Existence bubble we live. Coded for the bubble nothing more....

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An addiction it is! An addiction to my being. ...

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I have a friend whose closets, She once told me, were arranged By color which, since she was young, She’d never really changed. The strangest part, to me at least, Was what her clothes did lack, For all her wardrobe was in shades Of navy, gray and black. She didn’t own a shirt in green Or pants in brown or rust And sweaters knit in...

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The coded lady Merchandise set on the shelf A life sold like bread...

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Bad meat dead meat thousands sick from this disaster hungry like a wolf the stomache worms grow in the people who still don't know texas miki of tequilla many reasons to reconsider health symptoms sewer leak to smell from down the street not staying here too long when the mosquitos come out drive by the cess pool and come into town to realise no one is ever...

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If I could leap up so high That I could fly Away from troubled times Of times gone by When color was enough to hang a man Hear the despair, hear the cry Most things come in colors So why can't you and I At times I hang my head in shame For the evil done by man To a human of different hue Shame on...

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