Complacently Poems - Poems about Complacently

...I Stare Into the Water I stare into the water (The water stares back at me) In harmony with Terra Mater, I expend no energy. Without a paddle or wind to sail, My prospects are unavai......

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... When the opaque nights were starless, and the depressing days desolately cloudy, the journey through the tortuous valley of life wasn’t easy as it was meant to be. When the wilted flowers......

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...A creative process disguised as a French Bulldog has pooped in my mind-pot, where I was complacently growing small obscure weeds. Muse me, or abuse me you poetry bug, if you are a stinkbug, I......

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... "Chai Tea, Vanilla: Writing it All" We are a cauldron steeped, stewing bitter, unlike sweet chai tea boiling and bubbling, our reality, is hard to swallow. ......

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...Constantly check your mind and bring changes Never allow the same rule to stay there forever Bring new ideas and alter your plans to better A broad invitation to new thoughts ever helps Find ou......

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...When the opaque nights are starless, and the gloomy days cloudy, the journey through the vale of life is not easy as it is meant to be. When the wilted flowers turn pallid, and the defoliated......

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...Something happens in our lives causing us to question what we know. We open our eyes and seek the truth learning more as we go. The more we uncover the hungrier we get for more understanding, but ......

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...Wake me if I've become stationary, satiated with the ordinary. Nudge me if I am complacently numb, ungrateful and obliviously glum. Unfold my eyes if they're mindlessly closed. Wake me from ......

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... If food for finer thoughts we did not crave, If sense of purpose we did not apply, If we did not critique how we behave, If dormant laid Alert Judgmental Eye… If float and bree......

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...We are all queens or kings Some are both; but only a few. We know the king is the last to give up. But the queen is more versatile. She has all the moves, except the knight’s. The bishops and ......

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...Gathered my belongings and I burned them as an offering to who I might one day become if I could let them go. I knew this gesture could be seen as one more case of posturing but I’d grown tired of......

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...Inside the teardrop I see elephants roaming; Voices echo across the waters as if moaning. The elephants take the form of a child’s size, They invade the teardrop under any guise, Coloring the wat......

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...I lose myself by the placid pond brimming with yellow and iridescent fowl! Are they held together by filial bond in that enchanting man-made bowl? Amorous duo in a trance profound drif......

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...Diseased incubator of mutated humanity A festering cesspool of rotten ideals, And ancient plots of religious restraint Or the liberation from. Acidic with greed and selfishness. Base and seduct......

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...Cosmopolitan suburbs take shape Seem to form alone, not far from the metropolis Streets bustle, enlist design by men Drawn down the road by agents In leather s......

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