Blench Poems - Poems about Blench

...Book by book, I see the hook, How about we have a look, Don't make me choke, I am with a bottle of Coke, I hear a creek, I am not a Greek, The shrubs are on a bleak, Glistened by the sleek, ......

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...I who am…insipid, vapid bland, inadequate life My life halfhearted I am uninspired I am Spiritless in a place of safety refuge I am for certain, I need, a deed to land in life and death How chos......

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...jump bad, jump back wince hid I around the corner surprised recoiled quake shiver, tremble, shake boo! to you ha made you jump bla! made you cower cringe, squirm, quiver, blenc......

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...I seem to have forgotten how happy I greeted time, although it lasted briefly; youth is that phase of life when every thought is free and delightful allowing imagination to take flight! I've be......

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...I tell you that love happened first, In order In that order— which is to be opened, Flayed the heart that at first flinched When the soul would blench at the sound of your voice That once was ......

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...The garden so beautiful in itself, Was surely one that never looked the worse. Most beautiful in the world, But it held an evil curse. The story was long ago, Bewitched by all to tell. But i......

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...I bought a box of truth from a peddler down the street, even though he told me its veracity might sting. I handed him a stack of bills and asked for a receipt. The box was wrapped in violet sil......

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...Even if earthquake pound, and the ground tremble, And people scramble, tumble and rumble, I will not grumble, but ramble, Clinging softly, carefully, lovely, a sprig, sprawling a virgin rose, Like......

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...Take a pure shot from where you stand and print me just the way I am with no added colour of admiration, 3D effects of willingness, or glossy prints of encouraging stimulus For where I stand, ha......

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...Sweet mother loves sitting on a bench, the spray painted seat she only knew! By the sea, she oft let her spirits clench to the lore of love where I once grew. She watches seagulls dive for a q......

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