Arranges Poems - Poems about Arranges

... Poets have multiple aims, modes, reasons to write, Which may match what readers want downright. Some poets are simply lovers of words and language. How they twist and turn, and meld on a page.......

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... A canvas of woe The pen, a useless shard, lies still and cold. In this abyss of sorrow, my heart grows old. Bent and broken branches, unable to climb, Withering drops of sunshin......

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...Gwen does not feel the least guilty about an affair with Glen. He is married, but they have not been in love for years. His wife, Florence, is a cold fish, demanding and unlovable. Their three chi......

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... Our Hostess Committee, comprised mostly of women, makes sure the kitchen is stocked with supplies, arranges and serves meals for major church events and bereaved families. Last, we......

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...In the odyssey of days that mercilessly run like grains of sand, An unseen battle is foretold that we shall wage in the shadow. The war within our hearts, a citadel besieged by falling stars, Wher......

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...Spring is cold in its cool pastel colors. Today, Winter’s a fool to tread so late past its season. Its gait freezes flowers. Spring’s upset with the winterly arrogate. Depression wi......

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..."When Heaven gets overcrowded, place another setting at The Last Supper table," ... by the Poet. She would have been quite physical --......

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...His wife dies. You have seen it all before, you can tell what will happen next. He will recline in the home that she has woven around him. He will let the ivy of their long years together ......

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...There's nothing to write about. There is NOTHING HERE. Nothing is on this page? Nothing Is here it's everywhere! All around This town. Taking spaces. Quietly Lingering in places unseen. Nothin......

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...With you, I can overcome every darkness, You’re my connection to the sun, The moonlight that guides me through my night’s sojourn, The hand that arranges my day. This is not a parade of words, ......

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...I stand Standing upon the emerald landscape posture stiff and still Eyes like black holes devouring the space around me Glass horse galloping, prisms exploding through the plainlands Time pas......

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...I have a weakness for golden blond hair, and light shade of blue in mascara eyes, that new recruit in office next door, I brushed past her as I came up a floor, and she is got them, she is got th......

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... Trembling in the silence of a fresh snowfall, awaiting the struggle of laughter and tears, the beautiful that comes from stars shadowed by flakes so gentle they seem to speak silence into the spi......

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...God is a effing sadist, they are not the love, nor the truth or nor the light. God is a cursed, twisted, cruel and uncaring being, as they watched it happen and have not stopped it. Some days rai......

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...Poetry is an art Of the heart, It must comfort, Via a wise part. A poem must guide, Wit, it must provide, It must help decide, To make scope wide. A poem must supply Th......

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