Anthologize Poems - Poems about Anthologize

... Frice the week along with night had fallen to sleepless slumber, Trapped again 'tween times when thirds are three in number. I sense a grimace gurgle in these halls of boned wall, The aching w......

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...Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber, But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. I sense a wince remind itself, Of what it means to be, Instead to ......

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...Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number. I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood, Conniving w......

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...A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze, Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes. Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frot......

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...Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number. I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze, Of conniving shadows ......

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...Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry, mother an aboriginal from New South Wales - was or......

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...we gently pray upon our desire or maybe our desire preys upon us recoil in disgust at the muck and mire only to answer, "what's all the fuss?" life's joys and private hells undreamt of scale's fulcr......

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