Brittled Poems - Poems about Brittled

...This is the Simplest alibi of this timeless magnum Opus, that I am not the capital This is a point of exclamation in me, that I am not the majestic warrior eternal. Only one hope is remaining ther......

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...Trickle down my face Like Sundays I wish to forget Violate me with your words You get the stones I’ll get my sticks Take away my brittled beauty Uncover me abandoned inside Face m......

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...The Cold Doorknobs I. I am sure there will be that profound moment in time when the dog out back will stop its incessant yapping, Its unrelenting impulse to belch out its interminable wails, ......

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...Through shoveled loam I glimpse pale light Hands dare intrude into my burial crypt Exposing the devastation of my decay Dignity of this chamber has been stripped Human eyes stare into my ......

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...Withered trees; their days end Hidden beauty shown to the naked eye Tattered and torn Fickled, brittled and worn Standing tall, they still do Withered trees; their days end Hidden beauty sh......

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...I awaken with languid eyes gazing at the passing dawn. Strange light rays hover over ancient graves Jestering- tormenting souls Where spindled wildweeds grow And sway over a dull domain, and Und......

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...age is just a number years roll on pages of thoughts n memories rest wages of time like wheels move on cages we live in make the best glycation loss of fat face wrinkled mind and soul still youn......

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...Of all the gift to human, conscience is the epitome when it is clear, it will guide unto a right path when brittled, the path becomes questionable When it is alive, many will benefit when it die......

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...Through the atypicalities of due process I wrench my ever-rusted ribcage off it's Hinges- Sunlit paradigms, Dust crusted smiles; A gaping canyon, I cast toward you A lightless cavity, A nothing-pri......

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...Put on a happy face when I release taut fingers from your pallid cheeks. Promises and empty lies are sported clichés that spoil a silenced vocabulary. A quieted understanding we've vocally committe......

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...Queen Anne's Lace, brittled brown donned in snow instead of a crown off the side of the tar, where the deer still roam bent toward the wind on their freeway home From their bird's eye view the ca......

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