Best Sleave Poems

Every morning  I wanna  wake to your face.
Empty are the walls.
Bare is my soul for without you this is
just a place.

Head apon pillow deep in slumber without a care.
I curse shadows and lose
myself in the sent of her hair.

I miss you befor you...

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take it to the beat watch us meet to greet fooling in the street
tripping on the beach smoking fat leaves doing what you please
as busy as a bee making sweet history
there's a battle for your mind I'm just the walking blind
society is not my game...

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Tangled hearst sore and fly
My sarrows to day did die
You have freed me from the past
I can love again at last
So I give you my heart as a keep sake
To hold, love and not break
I trust you to be there
 I trust you to care
You...

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Pain departed a sacred portion of human flash.
A devout detortion and flamboyant living dash.
Flagrant flaunt impregnate impish liege slash.
Slanderous sleave and pitiable pithecanthrope,
Pishogue sagacious mistranslated pish a girl rash....

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She's that girl you see

walking down the street.

with a smile on her face,

but a frown on her heart.

make-up puts on her grace

but just untill she falls apart.


You would never know it

she tries not to show it

she can only smile from the outside

her heart is black...

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"Sherry will go with you, if you ask",
A Seventh grade girl whispered to me
"Go where?", I asked, sensing a new task
She smiled and said, "Go steady silly!"

"Oh", I said, not sure what that meant
Girls were such a daunting endeavor 
Steady sounded like a stable event
But...

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I carry with me,
My tragic remorse,
And trudge it along,
On this narrow course.

I put in my arms,
My mother's courage,
Her life, it runs through,
And enpowers me.

I drag behind me,
The loss of fine days,
Every day spent mad,
I regret in ways.

I put on my sleave,
The love of my life,
To...

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I wear my heart on my sleeve but I have no shirt just thoughts of healing

It is red and hurts so much in pain this heart I speak of on my sleeve.

Love hurts it always has and lately it can also kill you and me.

Sex...

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All I could afford  

Was loitering at Stu Wards  

Having a draft  

Rooty tooty in beer craft  

When suddenly  

It was not funny  

A feeling I was done  

No longer welcome 

It was twilight gleaming  

Star struck...

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I sometimes shed a tear and a secret smile every time I see your face
then grin like a naughty child full of innocence and grace
my memory is growing old but is filled with thoughts of you
of our first kiss our first home and when we...

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Pieces of forever
Cast upon the ground
My hopes and dreams now turned to dust
Never to be found

While looking for a reason
A memory hits my sleave
The memory when you walked away
And I begged you not to leave

As I wipe away the liquid pain
I know our time has...

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All I could afford  

Was loitering at Stu Wards  

Having a draft  

Rooty tooty in beer craft  

When suddenly  

It was not funny  

A feeling I was done  

No longer welcome 

It was twilight gleaming  

Star struck...

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we met at a dance
next wild romance
yet at a glance
there was a glimmer in her eyes
filled with a surprise
as the many years would pass
having every reason to grasp
we both went our seperate ways
getting lost in a purple haze
then one day I heard a knock on...

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I speak of a passion which only God can deny
for what other Force may decide when Heroes should die
Along rainswept passages and rut-strewn way
I see my brothers stoop'd down to pray

We each stumbled and groped down this unwalked path
unknown to eachother but sharing in wrath
but...

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the salt air permeates my inner thoughts
lovingly supports the addage of feelings
we grow stronger each day by faith
love is the mere essence of our existence
we stand as socially wandering wizards
through the plains of hate & neglect
sorrowful mystery in the pattern of are thoughts
a beacon of...

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