Abhor Poems - Poems about Abhor

I abhor the forfeiture of hard fought and won liberty America - This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave. courtesy a local Indiana man, one named Elmer Davis - (1890-1958) was a journalist and broadcaster. He worked for the New York Times from 1914 to 1924. As nightly news analyst for CBS (1939-1941) he...

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There aren’t many things I utterly abhor, Seems a waste to concentrate on dross I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore. Forced to spend time with a churlish boor I will always consider an unfortunate loss, There aren’t many things I utterly abhor. Observing a child spoiled rotten to the core Whose parents have not taught who’s boss I...

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Of the things we abhor We should not add a whore. You can one give a store To build with a strength raw And - Yes - urge to make core A trade which cleans The Sore: The world show A New Floor On which no trash she'll pour: New space, new floor, New Door... Of the things whores abhor They should eschew...

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Your ocean waves have, Beaten me down, Across the rocky shore, As I lay facedown, Thinking about our lore, How nothing I did, Seemed to even the imaginary score, Nothing I ever did, Seem to matter to you anymore. My stomach will always be, Too soft for you, My presence will always be, Too grating for you, My love will always...

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Abhor Arrogance and ego, tit for tat Let’s see right where the heart is at Shame on me or shame on you Do as I say and not as I do Calling names, sticks and stones Is it ever ok to crack some bones? Wounding intentions are felt by all Lip service enhance an imminent fall The complex of a petty man They’ll crush your...

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Tension crawls into the pores of crashing contemplation Why has it become so hard to breathe? If only it was known what this dejected heart is saying As she sobs poetic lines of wordless woe She is cradled in the tempo tempest of this reflection Pulsing in the unfeeling land beyond her bodily home The blood pumping sweet iron grief spurts The...

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