Quotes about numbed, page 5
Burning Soul
nursed in the womb of stress.
Feed from the remnant of depress.
Swim in the fluid of intense suppression.
sleep in dept of severe oppression.
they become a burden for a hard working woman.
She forget that her womb hold any form of human.
they feel her soul burning inside.
she feel their soul pinching her side.
They had been burning since they were deceived.
they had been wallowing since they conceived.
their soul is burning. Their child is coming.
They did not have.
Their body is starve.
they are burning statue.
They have no left virtue.
she is that burning soul. She stand numbed like a braking pole
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Able To See Yourself Reflected
To those who have never,
Come to experience...
A losing of their child's life.
Or know what it is like,
To grieve and suffer through...
This feeling known that never leaves.
It is not a headache that comes and goes away.
The feeling of the image can not be numbed.
And those who say...
'It will be okay.' It never is... okay!
To those who have never,
Come to experience...
A losing of their child's life.
Or know what it is like,
Feel blessed you have not yet...
Endured that process.
Be blessed to have children,
Who can come to pluck your last nerve.
Feel blessed you are able to see yourself reflected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Un-Requited
Nothing but a faraway
Gaze
Breaking through my morning
Haze
It's got to be simply just a phase
Silence and nothingness
My head i must
Raise
As my heart and soul are
Ablaze
This is where my love
Lays
Empty and not returned
Many many passing days
Overwhelming lonliness
Stays
Constantly it
Betrays
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poem by Theodora Onken
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Tender Moments
The sun ablazing
Birds a chirping
Together sing a couplet
Cat mewing
Wolf howling
Bees humming
Going about their work
A bell tingling
Pleasant sound to the ears.
I hear voices from yonder
Frightening sounds
I fail to understand
I blink my eyes
Too scared to open
To see and comprehend
Suppressed a sob.
An angelic touch
Warm to my skin
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poem by Sonal Chhaya
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Pastimes
Fixed in place to market escapes,
And entertain with distractions.
Pastimes divert to deviate numbed minds.
Collective mindsets daydream of holidays.
Days off and vacations with pay.
Await patiently to negotiate opportunities,
To become officially lazy and approved.
Pastimes are expensive to initiate.
And advocate dysfunctions of all kinds.
Especially thjose feeling entitled,
To disrespect, neglect, stay lazy and get paid.
Pastimes dedicated to waste,
And have quickly replaced discipline...
Have to come to an end.
Statistics have already proven them to be,
Too costly of an investment with no dividends coming in.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0037 Ode to the Patience of a Yawning Audience
O come sweet sleep, and close my eyes with verse!
with drowsy metre, meet a deeper sleep;
to sleep, to dream, I never am averse -
to slumber numbed by poet's numbers deep;
so, here's a verse that's very brief - a sonnet:
just fourteen lines to challenge your attention:
please rest your weary ears, I pray, upon it;
head up; back straight; let go of any tension;
count the passing seconds to that time
-I'll indicate it with a final couplet -
when glorious English in immortal rhyme
blesses you with torpor's blissful duvet...
and after tribute paid to Orpheus' charms,
with stifled yawn, depart to Morpheus' arms...
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Schoolboys in Winter
The schoolboys still their morning ramble take
To neighboring village school with playing speed,
Loitering with passtime's leisure till they quake,
Oft looking up the wild-geese droves to heed,
Watching the letters which their journeys make;
Or plucking haws on which their fieldfares feed,
And hips and sloes; and on each shallow lake
Making glib slides, where they like shadows go
Till some fresh passtimes in their minds awake.
Then off they start anew and hasty blow
Their numbed and clumpsing fingers till they glow;
Then races with their shadows wildly run
That stride huge giants o'er the shining snow
In the pale splendour of the winter sun.
poem by John Clare
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In Drear-Nighted December
IN drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.
In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.
Ah! would 'twere so with many
A gentle girl and boy!
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poem by John Keats
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Stanzas. In A Drear-Nighted December
1.
In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.
2.
In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.
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poem by John Keats
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What I Never Wanted
The door to Turkey
a road to Aleppo
far from the Euro
more misery.
The red compass
is not turning
to the West
and we at best
do turn our backs
at them.
Return to sender
our defender
remains
while
bloodclodded
children
escape from hell.
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poem by Madrason writer
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