Quotes about lying., page 17
Thoughts
Lying for long but always new
Hunt out the poet lying in you
Never anchoring he always sails
Quietly weaving fairy tales
Traveling forever to faraway lands
Picking pebbles from distant sands
Shaping your thoughts
Spinning your dreams
Calling the shots
Living the whims!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Body Of Christ!
body of Christ...
small unwanted baby
lying dead in a dumpster...
old homeless man
curled up in an alley...
young addict,
shaking on the steps
down in the project...
young mother's body
lying across her childs...
killed by the bombing!
body of Christ...
you and i!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Time spent
time spend living is time spend loving
time spent loving is time spent feeling
time spent feeling is time spent lying
time spent lying is time spend telling the truth
time spent telling the truth is time spend living
time spent living is now time spent dieing in happiness
poem by Brian Biggs
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Blink of an Eye
In a blink of an eye
You make me smile
That, I cannot deny
You make me smile
Lying next to you
It's all worthwhile
Lying next to you
Dreams of tomorrow
From out of the blue
Dreams of tomorrow
Us-forever and a day
Like Mount Kilimanjaro
Us-forever and a day
For loving you
Will never be pass'e
poem by Charles Hancock
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I Dream
I dream I am lying in the mud on my back and staring up into the sky.
Which do I prefer, since I have the power to fly into the blue slate of
air? It is summer. I decide quickly that by lying face up I have a view
of the sky I could not get by flying in it, while I'd be missing the mud.
poem by David Ignatow
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Dead frog on the road
Dead frog lying on the road silently
oh, what's wrong with it?
people waked by it, busily
without a pay
oh, what's wrong with it?
dead frog lying on the road silently
i saw it from far away
some strange feelings arised in my heart
i walked by it, sorrowly
as if walked by my valentine
poem by Vincent Man
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The Dead Church
Wild wild wind, wilt thou never cease thy sighing?
Dark dark night, wilt thou never wear away?
Cold cold church, in thy death sleep lying,
The Lent is past, thy Passion here, but not thine Easter-day.
Peace, faint heart, though the night be dark and sighing;
Rest, fair corpse, where thy Lord himself hath lain.
Weep, dear Lord, above thy bride low lying;
Thy tears shall wake her frozen limbs to life and health again.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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The Flower-Fed Buffaloes
The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
In the days of long ago,
Ranged where the locomotives sing
And the prarie flowers lie low:
The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass
Is swept away by wheat,
Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by
In the spring that still is sweet.
But the flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
Left us long ago,
They gore no more, they bellow no more:--
With the Blackfeet lying low,
With the Pawnee lying low.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Blood! !
I was going to commit suicide
was what I was going to do
this weekend
I'm tired of speaking
like I'm all fine
when I'm not
Sitting here crying
Tired of lying
to myself
Its my fault
Derek died
I should've joined
a suicide cult
I dont ******* care
anymore
I'm just going to walk out that door
onto the stage, put that gun to my head
Pull the trigger & then I'm dead
I'm lying on the floor
my blood spilling all around
poem by Tia BraveBull Bredeson
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In Trouble and Shame
I look at the swaling sunset
And wish I could go also
Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar.
I wish that I could go
Through the red doors where I could put off
My shame like shoes in the porch,
My pain like garments,
And leave my flesh discarded lying
Like luggage of some departed traveller
Gone one knows not where.
Then I would turn round,
And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber,
I would laugh with joy.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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