Outlast Poems - Poems about Outlast

...Cells held secret ballots in my bones, voting for mutiny in whispers. Cancer, that drunk architect, scribbled collapse into my blood's blueprint. They built black gardens in my lungs, where br......

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... Stone upon stone, a rising barrier, a line drawn in dust, a whispered exclusion, a fortress of fear, a monument to division. Walls of language, walls of belief, walls of history, walls of t......

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... The empty rooms await a warm caress, New walls that hold no echo of the past, A future built beyond distant distress. No worn-out sills where sunlight likes to bless, No garden ghosts where......

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... The throat is taut, a cord of hidden pain, A speechless surge where words cannot remain. The lungs compress, a pressure deep and vast, A noiseless cry that time cannot outlast. The eyes, wi......

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.... for public domain I scoffed at hearts that writhed with pain, that fell from broken promises, for I had naught to do with Love, it's folly or its gain, but now I find that not to love is ......

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...In a realm once pure, where stories were shared, A new world arrived, yet no one was prepared. Young hands that once worked with skill and grace Now swipe on screens, lost in the race. They dre......

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...I ate what was given, yet still, I grew too much, my body betrayed me, while your words cut like a blade. “You’re so fat,” you'd say, as if it was my fault to bear, a child branded for somethin......

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... “feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~ we attained God consciousness unblinking” Nestled deep within the feel and touch of home this heart of love goes on a holiday ......

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...The New Yorker is having a birthday – It’s made it to one hundred years. With each story, cartoon, poem or essay, It’s jump-started many careers. Despite what it’s called, you can buy it At n......

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...Prosperity proved no defense against the years or changing fates writ in the stars - nor masters of arms foresaw the weapons that unseated their lineages, leaving only ghostly bones where legions ral......

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...Roll In Sin Rulers are just straight measuring sticks Buddy clubs and straight jackets Ladders behaving like flowers Black rose bush learing over the pastel shined Tulips grown A differen......

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...I step forward with the fear that in the years to come, like shadows stretching at dusk, Every word spoken or written will evaporate like morning dew, Like dust carried by the wind or rivers fl......

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...Good Christmases never come with chipped teacups. Good Christmases don't kick, bite, ......

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...Last December, we were a hearth, embers blazing beneath a frozen sky. Your breath was my language, your heartbeat my compass— each pulse a hymn to the warmth we thought would outlast the cold. ......

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...How do I change their minds, dear world, When hearts are steel and locked away, When anger, like a storm unfurled, Drowns all the gentle words I say? The sun and moon, they speak no lies, Thei......

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