Bane Of Poems - Poems about Bane Of

Compare thee to a summer’s day? No, my dear, you are a goddess of dismay. You are the bane of my heart, for you own it completely. You control my mind without a single effort, and for that you are my enemy. Thou art lovely and temperate? No, you are imperfect and cold...

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Beyond the hills, the storm, oh, yellow queens they quake; poor Autumn aspens feel old weight of weakened leaves the hostile winds will steal. Beyond the hills the storm it brews, like coffee black. A bitter sky will fall —dainty saintly sunlight a martyr for the squall… Beyond the hills the storm, My dreams in strobe-light flash. Engage in shadow dance the clash of sane and bane; a...

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To my moans, misfortune you gave, And think, what a big boon you gave. On my forehead you wrote great ruin, And feel, immense fortune you gave. Melodious scores to all too soon, To me not but harsh tune you gave. To all silver of a full moon, To me nights of new moon you gave. A caterpillar in cocoon, T’me, no butterfly boon...

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Argh... the bane of daylight savings time – November 3rd 2024 Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn round about same of month every year, what a bummer, an inconvenient truth diverged from this chum purposelessly manipulating hold over yesteryear doth drum sensation of jet lag (an inconvenient truth with earth in the balance) as if flying within time machine at warp speed from this station, where bumpy ride...

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Listen up, 'cause I'm about to spit some truth About a disease that's eating our society from the root Corruption, the silent killer, the thief in the night Stealing our future, our justice, our right Bribes exchanging hands, backdoor deals in the dark While the common folk struggle, just trying to make their mark Services meant for all, now reserved for...

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The monumental bane of OCD - obsessive compulsive disorder As origin of *****Sapien species surged ahead, harboring nascent predominance asper said primate reproductively bred, (albeit via incremental fits and starts) evolutionary forebears didst dread Tom Tom Club former members an American new wave band founded in 1981 by husband-and-wife team Chris Frantz and Tina Weymouth as a side project from Talking Heads, rocketing them to...

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Joy of pleasure, a child of poor parents, Bliss alone founts from a perpetual spring, Joy fancies scores of fond uncles and aunts, Never lasts long the song they choose to sing. Being a moth made of mere moments nigh, It sleeps all day, to wake in glare of night, O Bliss, thou art a dancing butterfly That spreads its beauteous...

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"You're the Bane of my existence and the object of my desire", I could never tell you that, these words could describe what I feel for you but only incorrectly. You could never be the Bane of my existence, because I feel blessed to have known you, I feel honoured to have had the great...

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The bane of a cold sore inside my mouth Sent my smooching life south, whereby I felt like poor Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie, who kissed the girls and made them cry. The medical term for cold sores, Herpes Labialis, refers to the Herpes virus Type 1 (HSV-1) that most often causes these sores, though Herpes virus Type 2 (HSV-2) less often can also be...

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You were so okay, but I was in misery for me it was love, for you, seemed philanthropy I needed a lover's bind, but you craved the freedom lane all your selfish philosophy, in the end, was my bane. (11.03.2023)...

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during battle, as swords swing in mist of time three witches sing Thane of Cawdor and then king shall this be solace that they bring instead a bane upon him is revealed no kin descendants will he yield another's son to be the crowns shield and in this then his fate is sealed Cawdor comes by a king's good grace the prophecies he doth...

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Slime is a subtle stage for blame I can’t stay stuck to your ways/ I’m a little vague so your game I’ll ante up to plague/ While a tirade goes for their bane they played and waged/ I’ll abrogate woes to lurk away more straight/ Compile and appropriate foe’s to contain your plate/ The trial of a pirate goes on...

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Bane of dyschezia Constipation spoilt rare visit with eldest daughter (yesterday - November twenty sixth two thousand twenty two) currently housed near Rittenhouse Square, Pennsylvania. Less than twelve hours after a cocktail comprising handful of prunes, four psyllium husk capsules, plus three dulcolax. Myself and missis privy to meet our grand kittens (tortoiseshell synonymous tabby cats patterned with small blotches of white referred to as "tortico," a portmanteau of "tortie" and "calico." We immensely...

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Brace yourself For in this world of grief That harbors the venom of deceit Even a blade of grass could slit More so with a stone and whip So be careful not to slip For the judgment of the bigoted Is as harsh as the prejudiced The may assail you with their bane You may not even...

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There is no god in England (I learned of that this day) For when a man is stricken He has no more to say. He lies in expectation, The end to shortly be, Torment is blindly gazing out Through eyes that barely see. The blaze within his body Radiates, and yet, The chilling of his very soul Allows him to forget. With sonance all around him, The sobbing...

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