Uncomfortable Poems - Poems about Uncomfortable

There was a rocky hill where I thought could rest myself, But when I sat there; saw people as small as elves, The sky was dark over there, All that the self knew was- the place where I sat wasn't fair. But my tired feet still forced me , The bats flew above my head with an attitude of fully...

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When I am dead, all the things I wrote, all the things I said, that made you criticize, irritated and distressed, made you uncomfortable in your heart and the head, will become dearer, be the sorrow a real good measure, will bring tears if you let the thought stand nearer and will turn into love instead. The love that I wanted and you did not understand. (27.03.2025)...

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There once was a hero named Supes, Whose tight suit gave him terrible droops. He'd fly through the sky, With a tear in his eye, "These wedgies," he'd groan, "make me stoop!" ©bfa031625 ...

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Lethal Thermobaric Bombs Also known as vacuum bombs Sucking the oxygen out of the air For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs And the worst of the sickest bombs Of all: obvious racism at the borders Life is never, never, never fair Even in war, for many brothers and sisters The shelling will not stop Too many explosives are being popped Innocent and young people...

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Pillows and cushions On sofas and beds Who needs more Than one cushion To rest weary heads People who buy them Seem to need more To place on their chairs And sometimes the floor It's got to be Almost a craze Getting into bed Is like getting out of a maze People are different With different tastes Too many cushions To me are a waste I like comfort Comfort you see Is not pillows...

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I had to ask for your affection. The first indication that you weren’t worthy of mine. Love is meant to be easy. At least, when it’s with the correct person. Loving you was shifting teeth, Picking at hangnails, An off-kilter set to the jaw. Loving you was uncomfortable. Not unpleasant, but something deep within me knew it wasn’t right. We were building a world...

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Uncomfortable Truths About Wars Lethal Thermobaric Bombs Also known as vacuum bombs Sucking the oxygen out of the air For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs And the worst of the sickest bombs Of all: obvious racism at the borders Life is never, never, never fair Even in war, for many brothers and sisters The shelling will not stop Too many explosives are being popped Innocent...

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Oh, why must I wear this uncomfortable mask, when entering stores, or working at my desk? Don't listen to erratic idiots or irrational fools: think about your health, do the right thing always; if death dealt with our reality so frightening and changeless: whom do you think would win this race of treacherousness? Death is not a benefactor of mercy...

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High in the mountains the air is terribly thin, as oxygen fades....

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The past scoops me up and hovers over the depths of my emotions, drawing the lines of reactions and taking me closer to undoubted results. Experience guides me ever reminding me of times gone by and luring me only to predictable things to come, somehow holding me captive, allowing no room for reckless chance. How comforting, the familiar. How foolish the secret desire to venture into...

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PART I The girl was walking with the boy. The color of her cotton saree was lighter green. Her face was a little worried. Some might not fully understand the situation, some might see her behavior as an awkward one. And, one might not fully understand why the boy seemed so happy. Suddenly the boy...

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Uncomfortable pt.2 Let me take a moment to tell you what exactly this is and what exactly this isn't. This here is not your regularly scheduled program or a piece without substance. This here is my fingers working on auto to bring you what the spirit inside wishes to speak, and it generally is noteworthy, something to keep...

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The sad truth is, 13 % of the population commits 50% of the crime. Mentioning this fact automatically qualifies me as a racist on many avenues.. So call me a racist then..I'll never bend facts-I know who I am-do you. This statistics lead me to conclude that I've more reason to be afraid of you than you of me, but...

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blackened...ravenous crow on shady café chair eyeing menu 5/25/2018...

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Uncomfortable Comfort Unstable state deficiency of rest strange agony unknown pounce puzzling exhaustion uninteresting- stressful fatigue flowing sweat rolling tears salty liquid undrinkable but pressing thirst body's weak sickness strikes illness arrives death smells grave knocks uncomfortable comfort. Drencho POET Loads....

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