Scrutinizing Poems - Poems about Scrutinizing

...Freedom ~ an inked kingdom of macabre mirrors, a vermiform lie veiling the vehement suffering amidst serpent estuaries, surging within strangled skin, as if I am the living sin, jinxed by the ......

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...Doing absolute zero endeavors Earlier today March 28th, 2025 (thee hour now fifteen minutes after eight o'clock at night, cuz yours truly & wife paced back and forth from one room to the othe......

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... Salutations! Are we all just a figment of GOD's imagination? Or just a simple angle of schematical equation. Perhaps, we’re just a footnote in God’s mental thots? He’s gotta BIG BA......

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... Written: February 02, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brushing butter onto pastries, squeezing crimson hues into the v......

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...Inspection will NOT take place January 21st, 2025... but much to my relief, said mandatory inquisition (rather inspection) will take place sixty nine days later (due the math and inform me of any ......

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... What is Christmas? Written: By Tom Wright 1999 A time of many sights to see, Of tinsel, garland and wreath's so fair. Of hundreds of bulbs upon a tree, With twinkling......

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...{"I poisoned myself, thinking about you nonstop, it was annihilating me on the inside, even the melancholy sounds of the river streams that intonate into droplets, do not convey to me the ultimatum o......

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... Upon first entering, there's a picture of a lion sitting, staring, and scrutinizing all who enter. Next, your eyes are drawn to a beautiful picture of a white house backed by trees and embroide......

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...On the white altar of dreams, I twist, a butterfly caught in time's amber, The hourglass of eternity pours its sand over my inert body. The mirror of the sky leans over, a cosmic eye scrutinizing m......

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...In the quiet of the night, caught on the edge of profound exhaustion, I find myself half-awake, teetering on the brink of the abyss of oblivion. The keeper of the mind's graveyard, in moments of we......

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...In the ethereal dance of destiny, where shadows whisper secrets, the critics stand on their lofty peaks, unseen sentinels of judgment. They gaze upon the battlefield below, where souls tread the fi......

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..."What are they looking at?" "the crack on the ground," whisper a silent voice from the airy throne; my heart kept spinning around, and the women in colored hats, says it is a symbol of hope and you......

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...I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks..., (a poor excuse for legs), and get me the latest sophisticated prosthetics advancements, whereat integration of cultured stem cells into custom made......

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...Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks... studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe My utmost humblest apology for inducing the following cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium, but ......

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...A malicious Ransomware is going around squeezing the life out of the town . A malicious Ransomware is going around tearing the covering off the roofs, beating down the doors and shaking the leaves of......

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