Bemoans Poems - Poems about Bemoans

...The tall man cannot see, He has lost his sense of smell He is my best friend Who's life could be a life of hell He is seldom miserable And doesn't complain about his fate He is a man of compass......

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...Zounds! longing for a merciful descent into the terminal ground where smoky eyes semi-watch streams of semi-(dis)information exhaled from smoking brains on a mission to search & decons......

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...Re: viewing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live The following poetic account written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, while I (a socially withdrawn *****S......

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... Essence melancholic bemoans, echoing soul’s doleful cry When clamors of unrequited love, earnestly amplify, Bruised yearnings of deep desires, as lovelorn heart sighs, For the longings of shatte......

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...In the kingdom of forgetfulness you've left me, dear friends of old, But in my soul I bear no grudge, just an undying flame, bold, You've planted in me the seed of longing, in the endless wasteland......

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...Prune juice as effective emetic Brainstorming yields casting the following plumbline netting genetic, italic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic, quixotic, synchronistic, and universalistic r......

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...The silence stream cascades in the alien alley, sonata of stillness resonates in the concrete, dances with the music of the barrel organ, his weathered calloused fingers produce. The nostalgic ......

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...I wish I were a cold, cold lifeless stone when crushed by a careless trudging foot no pain bemoans. I wish I were a nebulous cloud the playful wind bungles round around now lady-like floats ......

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...Trouble, trouble stirs the wind ghastly ghosts rise and ascend warty toads croak vile spells are spoke witches’ covens evil intend Burbling, gurgling cauldron hot with purple vein, red bloo......

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...Ruing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live The following poetic account written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, while I (a socially withdrawn *****Sapiens) ......

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...Temporal Dilettante Journalist David J Walker no-thing need not name the nameless breaks the morning in disguise shakes the shame and wakes the shameless quench tormented turbid eyes the......

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...There is a PLACE where my story began that became most difficult to understand and left a bitter TASTE, an ugly TRACE that was hard to ERASE. Most of its people were loving, but it was a cruel place......

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...Orphaned by the distant wind as darkness bathes the dawn My wings have flown beyond my sight to catch the cygnet swan A brother to the foreign soil lost father to the man Hearing wisps of memor......

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...My heart went on a roam to explore A place far away across the fence bar. To seize the moment of an open door Adventure felt free when traveling far. With turmoil war, work inspired the mind, ......

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...Petals have now fallen from the final rose His forsythia bush is ready for pruning Weeds are taking over where his lilac grows And, fall bulbs not taken up are ruining. His backy......

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