Begone Poems - Poems about Begone

Like squeezing and gripping a handful of sand Your love dropped through the crevices unrhymed Defining our feelings with each orphaned word Lost in the random —abandon of time (Dreamsleep: December, 2024) ...

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Begone Yoke! Why abusing the brightly future leaders? Okay, aren't they human, I ask? Are they culpable, and not mild? Or why imposing upon their innocence? And purposes and value to bask? Whether not belong to this world? Again, do they not deserve rights? What? Their divine aspirations to mask? Once again, can't they be empowered? © Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi...

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As I was being born, B, you took your first breath Bringing me benevolence in the struggle to believe The truth that my mother’s breast would feed me With blisses I had never imagined before breathing Soon, your brilliant wonders were boosting my ideas With hopes for the bright lights to warm a broken heart Inspire my budding blooms to rise...

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I don't know what I am Waiting for, on this chair, Near you, and with a book in my hand. Silence occupied, you on your work But what am I waiting for Near you? Blank in the mind, But calm just to be here. Don't know what drags me Near to you, though we are Not meant for each other. I don't...

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Krashni ruzo, shlemmer fryzccsz Misorsky begulo, vlannir sphlicscz Parftay gordja, oanvlee darpynk Azgrey mishzja, dompi, zansink May 25, 2020 Vogon Poetry, Quoopisk Poetry Contest Sponsor: Team Poetry Soup...

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everywhere i go you follow everything i do you immitate you look a lot like me yet we have nothing in common! they say shadow is your name annoying is your game why are you tomenting me? you do whatever you want without my consent how can i call you friend? ?sometimes you choose to walk in front of me seldomly pretend to be humble...

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My head low, eyes wept at the earth below. A single rose placed central, to mark eternal love. My mind knew life was short, everything ends. But the casket bore deep shock. It's black timber called true. My hands tightly gripped the earth but senseless. Your soul crumbled in my palms. Dust to dust, you...

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Moods lift...spirits rise When one looks into babies Smiling face and eyes ...

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Sententiousness I seriously cannot bear I cannot abide po-faced pontification Faced with which I want to pull out my hair Being more at home in a festive occasion. Flee the pessimism of the puritan's pulpit There is more merriment found in carpe diem When Falstaffian rogues with us carousing sit. Send cold ...

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The Power of Whatever Whatever! I probably say it a dozen times a day, and it makes things feel better. It has an odd power to shift the mind off the subject at hand and on to other things. It can allow us to cope with the crap this world brings...

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Every so often he calls my name Can you hear me, he says Look at you, you fool You are not worthy of life You are a disgrace, boy The way you talk to others so sweetly The way that you walk... With that permanent smile... On that sorry looking face of yours The things that...

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Behead your bygones that don't belong. Beget and bedeck your being, with much better less belligerent bees....

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Where does this wind blow in from, where has it been, what has it done? Vanes it twisted, clothes it flapped. Fog and smoke palls blown away. Sails it tautened, eagles soaring supported. Blow-ins are welcome with hair bedraggled clothes disheveled, flapped to tatters For the wind makes being untidy acceptable, especially when facing upwind right in the face of it. The wind will...

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riddance flung, begone done, when blight cast out window with careless stray abandonment, called 'fore' ...

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Go now Get over it The train horn is shrieking. All aboard; it's time to move on, Begone...

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