Best Grind Away Poems

His ramrod back, his brill-creamed hair 
and waxed moustache gave him a certain air, 
a certain dash, and a military bearing. 
His speech was clipped. He walked his stick 
with sergeant major's flick.
His corduroys  were always neatly creased 
and Liberty cravat was tucked and...

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In my quest of life sublime
I face a mountain I must climb

There dwells up inside of me
A growing amount of hostility

My anger is growing day by day
Regardless of the prayers I pray

Like two grinding tectonic plates
One is love and the other is hate

As the plates...

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Oh sweet bride to be 
as the flowers bloom
you snuck to my room 
in hopes of a lustful spoon
Groom anxiously awaits
as your father opens the front gates
No one will comprehend our fate 
Face to face we engage
Stockings, undergarments and satin lace
on the floor they lay...

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Under mountains of coal and ash 
two, cold, porcelain figurines withstand
the years, as they grind away slowly
their lines and composition turning 
to dust.

I was the culprit, tearing down the
house you built, now a stranger to the
pillars of your sunlight laughter 
Embarrassed I bow with only...

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My knees wear out on me 
My feet feel like lead of rue
My knees give way, you see?
My numb feelings isn't because of you

God gave me freewill with no strings attached
I hurt myself so much in the past…in the past...
I love you, Lord, but self-hatred...

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Don't come for me, until you see that Me
Nobody knows where anger grows wild.
Child, I've been there fearing the dawn
Thinking the demons won my soul, 
Let it be told I was the hopeless
Copeless, reckless expecting less.
Time cannot grind away the webs 
Hanging hapless threatening to...

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I’ve been pumping the handle but it’s spitting out dust.
I grind away my eraser until the ferrule rips the empty page.
In the back of my mind, fragments pile up in a heap of worthless used parts.
Running my hand across every rough surface, every smooth groove,...

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Majestic and yet strangely innocent, they are silent sentinels of the past 
Rock holding fast a million memories though the surface shows the only scars 
The range of ranges, old today and ancient tomorrow, these are divine gifts 
I speak of mountains, the greatest of...

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I have been on Earth
for twenty years
I've been through joy
I've shed my tears
felt every emotion
that comes to mind
but still I've never felt freedom.

I could break my back
to pay my bills
but I'll nonetheless
owe money still
I grind away
and carry on
in hopes freedom is nearing.

A free man walks
with...

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AFRICA IS NOT YOUR LAB

Monumental carcasses impended: Africa is not a lab, 
A pinch of your pin is worse than knife stab -
Reducing a people you didn't create,
Solution is your cunning bait
But your weapon is merciless hate.
The stains on your lab coat is deceit,
Your agenda...

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You stole away my lonely melody, Lord,
And made it harmony according to Your accord
I’d like to thank You with all of my heart as I make sound
My mind is trying to look forward to a future of faithfulness abound

I live in the now…I try to...

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Lost I am, my angel, take me home, I gently plead,
I surrendered the reins of my love to a stranger without face or presence,
I stumble and fall on this empty, endless road, alone and lost,
I traveled until tears were no longer a support in the...

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Adam, of scripture, dug our graves for it.
The advertiser’s magic guaranties it.
Fathers grind away their lives for it.
Religions point the way toward it.
The flail for it forms character.
The Poets labor to convey it.
Music seeks to express it.
Mothers simply feel it.
Love’s serenity and ageless value....

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Moments fly off and leave a trail
behind you like dust clouds.
Most settle somewhere
in the forgotten, become irretrievable,
no longer connected to your life.
Some survive and accumulate 
on the sticky frame of what holds
you together, particles which,
by themselves, mean nothing,
but in number become the narrative 
of your...

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