Quotes about blur, page 11
Family Outing
the old woman laughs
at the photograph of her
self
when she was 3
she waves a blur
that could be a flag
she is in pink
with a see-through pink umbrella
seahorses cavort
around its rim
she gnaws at the umbrella handle
teeth forcing their way through
(toothless now)
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poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Suicide Suicide Suicide
Suicide is wishing I were dead
suicide is deep in my head,
suicide thoughts are cutting my wrists burning my ankles,
suicide my last tear dry, suicide.
I’m so done with this days I cry,
last tear dry suicide, suicide, suicide,
deep in my head suicide is because of my voices in my head,
suicide is the blur I see, suicide, is a feeling of someone there,
suicide suicide suicide,
now I’m almost dead turn out the lights and say goodnight
poem by Jessica Lee Workman
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She Is
She is the wakefulness of morning,
The rising of the sun
that shines for me.
She is the sleepiness of evening,
the setting of the sun that let's me see
that every day I live,
I live for her.
And every breath I take,
I take for her.
She is the star I see
high in the sky.
The only one I know
that can make me cry.
In every place I look,
I look for her.
And every face I see
becomes a blur.
And somehow
I feel that sun will shine
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poem by Edwina Reizer
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Shame
It is my deepest,
Darkest shame
My never ending blame
The kind that makes you
Turn away from your own reflection
And steers you in the wrong
Direction
Leaves you wondering
Who you once were
Trying to make sense
Of an endless blur
That keeps you spinning
Round and round
Unable to ignore the
Echoing sounds
From a past that raped you
Sore and raw
Wearing a mask
To hide the flaws
Ingesting poisons
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poem by Erika Wingo
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When I die
when I'm slowly falling down
I feel my soul wants to fly
when my eyes are getting blur
I begin to draw your face in my head
when my fingers are getting cold
I hope I can still have your warm touch
my tongue hardly moves
I'm even not yet saying I love you
don't cry, don't make me cry
your tears become the smell of salt rain
when I know it's all too late
I will listen carefully my name you call for the last time
why I'm dreaming a happy time
when I should leave you forever
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A word of trust
How I remember your presence with me
Those memories are now haunting me
The room so empty and none I find
Why did you leave me so far behind?
I no longer remain to sweep the floor
And collect the trash you left at the door
Looking at the windowpanes now covered with dust
Makes me feel I will no longer trust
For when things look blur you no longer see
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poem by Meena Mustafa
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The Painted Figure
Look! Who stands forlorn,
Absorbed, staring into the vacancy,
Of spheres with tearful eyes,
That blur the whole world,
Making all hazy, foggy.
The waves of the perturbed ocean,
Touch her bare soft feet,
With the designs of Hina,
She seems combating,
In the perplexity of emotions,
Engrossed like a painted figure,
Or pedestalled statue,
Protests against the foul game,
Finding no harbouring resort,
Twisting the end of her Anchal,
Wishes her hasty departure.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Hearing Ears
These hearing ears. My teeth shine forcibly for you,
My fingers are there soon to outshine and out endure.
I am a drowning sailor of higher wisdom,
Waking up is difficult but we manage to.
My eyes blur from the acts committed by the souls
So darker, crying occurs, works of life are forsaken;
I pray to be church now, I pray to slip away
And derive overall benefit, waking up again.
They lick at my body, fulfilling me as I speak,
For I write wonder for the ears so hearing me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Good looks
Look, woman. Looks sell,
If you like that fact or loath it.
Good looks sell, sell on a premium.
Good looks open door on people.
Blessed with good looks, you reign.
You are selected, assistances pour.
If you had voice, it would sound sweeter.
If you made errors, it would blur out.
Women with good looks draw men
More with the promise of delivery
Than with the evidence of delivery.
Of course, it needs a constant grooming.
Long standing is the personality.
20.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Crownless King City
pieces have clashed down
and the pictuers become blur
people's fronts frown
in front of the closed door
of crownless king city
ref:
welcome to my world
Mr lugubrious stress, sadness street, loneliness block, apratment N°1
crownless king city is my adress
i've been guided by the light of darkness
to crownless king city
locked by my obsolute absence of counsciousness
in crownless king city
enjoying my tragic loneliness
with the people of crownless king city
poem by Abdelmajid Seghir
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