Poems about called



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№ 1209899

We come cause we were called

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( this precious human body )
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We love

Because

We have

A

Precious human body

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We are here to keep things whole


called.

Author: jeffrey robin
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Date: 07/04/2020


№ 1209701

She called him "home"

Home isn't something on the path.
It's something you feel, someone you see.
Twisting trees upon the breeze; memories of life
And leaves. A splash of wine that sets you free,
A ghost of heaven and its pleas.

Home is an edge that bleeds,
Gloating. It changes, grows, something homely,
Something foaming.
Something clawing for the morning.

Look too close, and there it goes,
Hiding deeper in the folds.
The edge retreats; I'll never know
What slid away inside my bones.

But it fuels.
The night drapes, the storm breaks, the cold takes;
And it fuels.
Grueling, loathing, something hoping,
Something you want to go to at the end of every day.

And you where my home.


called.

Author: Kayla
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Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1208671

You Never Called

You woke with a fright
To find you were not sleeping
The lies, you're lonely, it's filth
Is seeping
Into open wounds unmended

Pack your bags
You're leaving
To where you do not know
But does it matter?
You say anywhere is more than this,

Tell me you'll call when ready
Call when you've found your own


called.

Author: Emily
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Date: 05/04/2020

№ 1208042

They called her Misty

I do not know her given name.
Everyone called her Misty
Perhaps because she floated unnoticed
In a foggy ethereal calm.

He noticed her quiet countenance
And he controlled her every thought.
Powerful strong controlling
Misty disappeared even further
Into the vapor that was her.

She followed him like cargo
To be taken places.
Never to choose for herself
When I looked into her ice blue eyes
Seeing the sadness she held inside.
The need to be herself dying within her.

People would say of them
What does he see in her?
She's so laid back and dreamy.
She has nothing to offer.
Just a flat personality.

Then one day
She broke free from him
Traveled to places she had only
Seen in glossy travel
Brochures and magazines.

She had adventures in other places
That were not even in travel magazines.
Places she once thought
She would never ever go to.
Well! Not on her own anyway.


called,  misty.

Author: Jude kyrie
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Date: 05/04/2020


№ 1207221

A Silence Called Solitude

I'm a collection of solitudes
A silence derived from
The summation of all languages


called,  silence,  solitude.

Author: GitacharYa VedaLa
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Date: 04/04/2020

№ 1207016

Fine Wine Called Bleach

There are sheets of paper lying scattered around my room
They are to you
The lines are filled with words untold and
Things i could never tell you with a straight face
It's like i took a blade and cut up my heart into
Thin enough slices to read
The black pen is blotched and splattered
I couldn't stop my hand from shaking
There is one letter for every day of the past week
I'm tempted to leave them around
See if you find them or not
See if you get the hint that you are the cause of things
I don't feel anything after i'm done writing
I'm done with it
I have spilled my blood too many times to count
I drink a fine wine called bleach to get rid of the taste of you


bleach,  called,  fine,  wine.

Author: Claire Elizabeth
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Date: 04/04/2020


№ 1205661

Embodied the great being called Life today.

Today I embodied life.
I was at the beach enjoying the sunset when all of a sudden I saw a beautiful arrangement of shells lying in the sand.
I was struck awe at the beauty of the pattern that just lied there. A feeling that there was something more behind it watched over my shoulder.







I smashed the pattern of shells with my fist, ruthlessly.
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE A GOOD THING GOING AND SOMEONE AND SOMETHING COMES ALONG AND FUCKS IT UP?! HAVE A TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE YOU SELFISH BAG OF FUCKING SHIT. FEEL THE SINCERITY OF MY FIST MERCILESSLY CRUSHING YOUR 'OH SO BEAUTIFUL PATTERN'!!!
I drew a mic in the sand and walked away.

Shortly after that I...


called,  embodied,  great,  life,  today.

Author: Stevie Ray
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Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1203944

That terrible thing called life

Life never gets easier,
You just become accustomed to the realities,
And no matter what life chucks your way, you're immune, indifferent to it all.
You don't feel the pang of suffering the way you used to.
You don't hurt the way you used to.
Because this is the way of life that you have become used to.


called,  life,  terrible,  thing.

Author: aesha nisar
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Date: 01/04/2020

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