Curated Poems - Poems about Curated

...I did not leave like a storm. I left like sediment— quiet, heavy, having learned the language of sinking. You called it love, but I was always the chalk outline beneath your ego’s bootprint,......

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... The thin often floral pages held secrets whispered in blue ink, sometimes smudged with hurried teenage angst or a stray tear, quickly dried. "Name: (in block letters, please)" "Address: ......

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...Emboldened by whispers, echoes curdled in algorithmic rot— electronic voices hiss their sermons, venom soaked in coded politeness, dripping beneath polished avatars. Hate seeps through curate......

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... The city yawns a concrete hazy stretch Before the sirens find their daily screech. My sneakers whisper on the dew-kissed pave, A podcast murmurs secrets it will save For later listening. The ......

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... A gilded cage, bars unseen, spun of silk and desire. More. A whisper, a gnawing, a phantom limb. Screens flicker, a deluge of curated lives, each a polished shard reflecting back, a hollow ec......

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... Engulfed in the smouldering dusk of a fractured nation, A voice claws through the cracks of static screens, And suppressed speakers, A distorted hymn for the disenchanted, A battle cry ......

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...We sit inches apart, glowing screens between us, a thousand miles wide. We speak in echoes, algorithm-fed replies, pre-packaged thoughts we never owned. I send you a message. You send bac......

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... In the twilight hum of broken cities, where glass teeth bite the smog-choked sky, I walked—a stranger to my own time— past dreams rusted in neon haze. "This is the kingdom we made," whispere......

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...Here I once am again, Resting where there's true peace But not in the way you would imagine Let me go on and explain. Others accept the usuality of reality But to I, I think beyond such stalenes......

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...My muse, a sea of weeping roses, free-flowing in tune with smoky frequencies, as storms of fear rest in the heart of a sunken canvas. I ponder~ why does the blue of the ocean roar like wrathf......

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...Over the holidays, I was watching Lisa’s sister little Leeza, she’s 14. She has a rebellious fashion sense and a joyful innocence. She’s still fearless too, and on-God, I hope she never loses that.......

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...This World That Takes I gave too much. A chalice filled to the brim, pouring over, love spilling, although unasked for, but the world took it anyway. It takes. All it does is take. It abs......

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...if tears of the sun were the metaphorical keys to unlock twisted trinkets of the searing sky would you feel the festering forest~ homing arctic orchids within these veins? or am I to remain d......

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...The living room, Laughter clinging like a warm embrace, Yet silence wraps us in a shroud. Faces aglow from screens, Eyes reflecting curated lives, Fingers dancing over glass, As warmth slips th......

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...1. Lasagna Recipe 2. How to replace alternator 3. Bookstores near me 4. Coffee shops near me 5. Breve 6. Breve vs latte 7. How to tell if your house is haunted 8. Derealization 9. Common gh......

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