Autobiography Poems - Poems about Autobiography

I am a lone tree, An ancient sentinel rooted deep Whispering songs of the past on the breeze. I am a stick of dynamite, a fuse burning low An explosion of feelings, just waiting to blow. I am a bearer of bad news, Hive mind of demons. Thought they would fade in the rearview, the demons But they still cling to me,...

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Smoke, sweet scent ascends, Fragrance conquers ill. Human heart, can it transform?...

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Kathleen is a kind person who strives to be kind to even those who are not kind to her. She is a musician who loves music and makes it a large part of her life. She likes to laugh and even laughs at herself when circumstances warrant. She is a poet, who often handles life by writing about...

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Can we just get gw to write real poetry instead of all that over-politicized trash ... Well frankly, my friends, 'frilly poetry's' nearly starved me to death so, here's another piece of trash with my very last breath...

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Melting words together for twenty-three years Poetry filled with joy and tears through the years Twenty-six letters jump around and make things better Poetry as an autobiography is the result A story is told There is a need to be bold and Remain consistent in writing about life Some poems will come across as heavy But there is a need to...

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In class five the studies was going on for local scholarship After exam I was seized by love for a girl thru friendship Second I was in prize but left me alone she went to Dhaka In merit list I was always as usual in the institutional data At the end I was continuing in that institute for studentship...

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Cultivation of distressful life was starting in our family after the cyclone No shelter we found except a crushed hamlet on far dale with full alone On the next year we’re moved to hill tracts for probing of best living fate Through a little job my father cared us with his loving effort to be settled The year nineteen...

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The Almost Autobiography of the Bread and Butter King The bread and butter king was pompous and proud He had no power, but he was insanely ugly and loud. An actor wanted to play him on stage in a theater. Ratio, a subject said, “He is as selfish as they come, a real anteater.” He can play the piano and...

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You've visited me after a long time: Remember; once, I was brimming with might? Named babbling brook, revered as a singing deity, how blissful was my sight! Have reminiscences of your childhood, in my mellow abode." "Might be pondering: why I look so barren, with no traces of aesthetic shine left? Wailing! How the amenity of my...

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finding ourselves here awareness self-aware ensouling form feeble sensory touch external our lower mind stirring found ego urges rising oft against conscience throttling our innocence reinforcing this torture veiling love hues subtler until we became dead going where desires led in cyclic joy and sorrow fearful of the morrow anchored in narrowness living in stuporousness over time we did realise that love never does size playful non-judgmental...

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I wandered the Vale and Harvington, A singin' me songs with passion, Back then I liked to live frugally, But me melodies were never on ration! One evening whilst singing in Banbury, The Police pulled up in their car, Out stepped a tall copper I'm in trouble now proper! But he wanted to play my guitar! I wandered around the city streets I roamed...

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In the used bookstore I came across yet another autobiography of a celebrity I didn’t recognize This particular one was written by a celebrity who was apparently big time Twenty-five years ago As I write this, I don’t recall the name of the author But I don’t think I can forget his introductory remarks featured on the back cover Where...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - III by T. Wignesan ( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back cover photo by David McIntosh, “my sister’s son” - Eric makes this a point of emphasis in his own hand...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - II by T. Wignesan ( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back cover photo by David McIntosh, “my sister’s son” - Eric makes this a point of emphasis in his own hand...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - I by T. Wignesan ( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back cover photo by David McIntosh, “my sister’s son” - Eric makes this a point of emphasis in his own hand...

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