Bone Dry(P) Poems - Poems about Bone Dry(P)

... I stoked the fire, you drank the flame. I poured out my soul, you ditched the game. I'm gutted, bone dry, howling in pain - You reeled me in, gave nothing back again. Black hole love — you ri......

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... of what use is poetry if insipid it borders on wicked words can lift the heart restore the soul ~ or drain the hope-supply in a world gone bone-dry ......

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...Though an atheist.. please oh lord brace and fix me with monetary salvation After umpteen times being swindled reducing me to abject poverty psyche of mine broke into a bajillion little pieces......

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... There's a water shortage in countries, especially where there's strife, and air conditioning is needed, to lead a pleasant life. We also have bone-dry Bermuda where, except for 5" mont......

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... We did not speak of rain; only the wish that our love could be again. The air was bone-dry, with only the merest glimpse, of wispy cloud remnants, in the sky. But, our thoughts, hopes and......

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... a whisper of loss a phantom lace a ghostly touch fingers close, cold to taste lingers laughter cracked bone-dry air the clock chimes midnight it is backward here in this abyss of my ......

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...Body rejects itself, Bone-dry and like a furnace, It burns alive, kill It is sand, dead Dig two graves, Refuse to rot, This isn’t revenge. Hate the body, It’s nothing but problematic. ......

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...DUSTY POET Dust before donkey doomed a wicked whirlwind grains of wisdom wrinkle sand webs dust devitalise land here there everywhere nowhere ......

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... Half expected inspiration to fill the air while I endeavoured to write a poem. A curse responding much like a veil reigns over the moonless night while out my window no stars come into view an......

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...You marrow-deep in the bone-dry field, sprawled like a wishbone snapped wrong- the ground drinks your weight, but won't swallow you whole. wind combs its fingers through the wheat, a mother's ......

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...Haggis I was walking up Benarty hill When a Haggis crossed my path, It jumped into a puddle As it took it`s morning bath. It splished and splashed in the puddle And then it dooked it`s hee......

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... The steady beat of rain on my head I glance at the sidewalk It glances at me bone dry as can be ~ Are we alive or dead, verily ......

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...Heterosexual married sexagenarian male... Aims to trigger cerebral ******; Other terms for said phenomena are "brain tingles" and "head ******." This sensation is described as a pleasant, ......

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...Santa is on the road, ready to fly. It’s raining in Minnesota, no lie. He scratches his snowy beard with a sigh. Reindeer and sleigh will not get very high. Kids must get their gifts so he says ......

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...Whiskers of time brush up 'gainst gossamer silk web Slow down, slow down, they said 'Til forces impure back off their attack Faced down, turned-around b......

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