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I Know
I know a world of sadness in your grace
because in thee, I cannot trace
my own world's longing to embrace
some crudeness wronging, some deface.

Cantingly, subjects stronging with replace
of aptitude, and songing - happier days
that built hope's erstwhile thronging, not encased
with worries staid belonging's commonplace.

Oh love, beloved...

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Categories: wronging, love, longing,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member B. B. Gone
Hollering my pain
Swallow me, blackness, swallow!
Rid me of wronging!

That I do tonight
My lone witness a guitar
Watch me weep the sea

Just a dark stool I'see
Now not even me to bear
As steps sound my leave...

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Categories: wronging, musicme, me,
Form: Haiku
A Letter To Be Read
A Letter to be read...

Dear whoever cares,
If you're reading this letter I wanted to make you feel better in this darkened weather....as the cold breezes through your sweater and touches your skin...
I want you to grin....knowing that the life I'm living is a life of...

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Categories: wronging, poetry, spoken word,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



A Feeling Born of Love
ITS BORN OF LOVE

That empty soul feeling of longing
when you know you have to part
ways with one held in your heart
ever and always so dear

That anticipative feeling of anxiety
when you don't know as to whether
the one you hold so dear to your heart
is ever coming...

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Categories: wronging, lost love, love, love
Form: Prose Poetry
Pink Toes Pinky Crystal Starlight
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
Dedicated to EVERY AND ALL MELISSAS, ELIAS' & MATILDA'S!
(BANGING IT TO THE MAX!)
(HILLARY AND BARRY...2016...PEANUTS & BRITTLE!)



NIGHTS...OUT...My-Time-is-OUT!
My-Light...is-OUT...He-was-a-lousy-LOUT!
In-my-lousy-NIGHT-OUT...My-Poster's-STROBING!
LIGHTS-OUT...AND-STROBING!
FLASHING-AND-DASHING...He-was-a-lousy-LOUT!

If-crystal-smiles...CRACK...He-was-a-lousy-LOUT!
If-teeth-don't-SQUEEZE-RIGHT...HE-WAS-A-CROOK
AND-CROOKED!
If-crystal-smiles...CRACK...He-was-a-lousy-LOUT!

You-wonder-AND-DOUBT...Are-you-SMART-or-DUMB
AND-A-LOUT?
I'M-SMART...AND-YET-YOU-DOUBT!
He-said-WONG-ing-And-WRONGING-BRING-DOUBT
SO-PEN-RIGHT...AND-DON'T-DOUBT!

He-was-a-lousy-LOUT!
A-CROOK-TO-THE-MAX...AND-A-LOUT!
CONNING...to-the-MAX!
LIKE...A-MAD-MAX...SO-DON'T-DOUBT!

If-TOOTHY-GRINS...SPIN-YOU-RIGHT-TO-WRONG!
DON'T-DOUBT...He-was-only-a-lousy-LOUT!
In-the-howling-BLUE-STARLIT-CRACK-OF-LIGHT!
BURSTING-and-SPINNING-TO-THE-RIGHT-TO-LEFT!
BLUE-LIGHT!

And-when-I-awoke...toothy-grins...and-smily-faces
MY-SISTERS...TOOTHY-GRINS!
MY-SISTERS...IN-TOOTHY-GRINS...AND-PINKY-TOES!
Dancing-in-the-BLUE-LIGHT!
POSTERS-BLAZING...AND-DAZING!
SMILING-FACES...AND-TOOTHY-GRINS...ALL!
OUR-WALLS!
AND-BLUE-LIGHTS...AND-STROBES!
ORBS-OF-OUR-HOPES-AND-DREAMS!

If-you-wonder-and-DOUBT...Our-Boxes...OF-TOYS-BRING...GRINS!
TOOTHY-and-TOOTHLESS!
THE-BEASTS-IN-THE-HOWLING-AND-WINDLESS...SWIRLING
'NADOES...IN-THE-PUREST...HOPES-AND-DREAMS!
OUR-BOXES...OF-OUR-HEARTS...DREAMING-AND-SCHEMING!
HOPES-AND-DREAMS...STORED-RIGHT!
RIGHT-TO-LEFT...AND...LEFT-TO-RIGHT...SPUN-RIGHT!
SWIRLING-AND-TWIRLING...BURSTING-AND-BIRTHING!

When...MOM-AND-DAD...POPS!
It-was...CRYSTAL...and-POP!
'NANAS...AND-CRUMBLY...CAKE...AGAIN?!?!
SCHOOL'S...OUT!
LIGHTS-OUT!
YAY!
YAY!
NO-WAY! NO-WAY!
AND-WITH-OUT-PINKY-TOES-AND-PINKY...JUMPS-TA-START!
CRYSTAL-BLUE...STARLIGHT!
CRYSTAL-BLUE...STARLIGHT!
LIGHTS-ARE-OUT!
LIGHTS-ARE-OUT!
STROBING...AND-STROBING! CRYSTAL-BLUE-STARNIGHTS!
STROBING...AND-STROBING! CRYSTAL-BLUE-STARNIGHTS!


FINI--------------------------------------------------------FINI!!!...

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© Thomas Hsi  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: wronging, age, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Ballad
Transaltor
Transaltor
A Dialect Poem
The Transaltor is here again Sahib he has something to say to thee. Jobor is 
speaking.
Transaltor is speaking: Sahib eye must travel many moons to visit the aged yew 
it must be hard to understand the English of this madman he is typo...

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Categories: wronging, brother, on work and
Form: Narrative



Death
Sometimes i sit back and wonder if death is another natural thing or simply ultimate price which every human must pay for wronging The Almighty God and all the gods.. Many times i wonder if heaven actually has an idea of the depth of pain...

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© Don Bukana  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: wronging, adventure, africa,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
The Antogonist
If I can well remember,
It was not long ago,
You were the man I called my father,
The same man I shared a roof with,
The same man I shared a meal with,

When with problems the man I turned to,
And what did you do?
You took away my innocence,
As...

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Categories: wronging, confusion, father, day, me,
Form: Free verse
If I Could
If I could write a poem I would
but I doubt if it would be much good.
I can’t wax lyrical and shout 
of virtues I feel nowt about.
I need to have something to say
regarding love,
or in some way
on need and longing
or want and wronging.
Things about a...

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© Red Omara  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: wronging, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Awakening
My head’s reeling it’s all too surreal
My heart questions just what is real
My mind couldn’t describe how I feel,
O spirits awaken my conscience. 

An overwhelming feeling of longing
Hopes and fears together thronging
I wonder why it’s me fate is wronging,
Oh, I long for self-transcendence.  ...

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Categories: wronging, pain,
Form: Rhyme
Harmony In Life
My head’s reeling it’s all too surreal
My heart questions just what is real
My mind couldn’t describe how I feel,
O spirits, awaken my conscience. 

An overwhelming feeling of longing
Hopes and fears together thronging
I wonder why it’s me fate is wronging,
Oh, I long for self-transcendence.  ...

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Categories: wronging, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Hurricane Katrina
since i been on mudda earth,the lurid left felt me a jerk.but never been,next to 
him,bill clinton,than when,he said,and i quote,the show,the hurricane 
katrina,thats a bling arena,a minority show off,learn to use the rope.so i dope 
along,miking my song and wonging,deling,wronging.swimming lessons 
included....

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Categories: wronging, natural disasters,
Form: ABC
Hurting
The flower of the soil, not curse but I
am same, not cutting ~ beings lie
The flower of my eye, seems only thy
contention only seeding in reply!

What grows in longing symbolizes try,
befit with wronging, nurtures less imply.
Some grace befits an answer, asking why
love seeds it's error...

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Categories: wronging, introspection, sadlonging, flower, flower,
Form: Rhyme
Overdrawn
My own intent, transfused with some regret,
adventures teaming forth, conditions set
still rally hope, a virtuous trial's inept,
so faith in love begins a journey's kept!

Almost consigned to destiny, so swept
with innuendo's challenging's accept.
I gather strength to tally not those left,
the footpath winding onward steers my depth!

And...

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Categories: wronging, faith, loss, longing, love,
Form: Rhyme
Belligerent Angel
Belligerent angel hear my prayer.
You've farked with us for what is fair.
Now hear me say you're one of us.
Corruptly wronging all of us....

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Categories: wronging, absence, abuse, allah, analogy,
Form: Quatrain

Book: Reflection on the Important Things