Brow Poems - Poems about Brow

It didn't matter that you cried blood, like dew on the brow of a forgotten world, it didn't matter that you cried tears, like hidden springs in the mountain, it didn't matter that you loved too much, like a sun illuminating the earth, it didn't matter that you loved with all your heart, like a tree stretching its...

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Veiled by clever branches, limbs silken strands, protecting me from the eyes who’re like pseudonyms beckoning with iris’ clever and wild secreted beneath gossamers, flowing in whispers of hope for the morn risking each breathless moment, unknowing what to expect with the journey’s quest shrouded by the strands, elusive like the moment when I knew true pain beyond the shadows, so abusive feeling the fears who...

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lazy bones, bound in poverty’s grip in a garden, where hesitation weeds grow~ filled with s t r a n g l e d d e l i c a c i e s… a recipe of wisdom, never tasted couched like a fly in an endless stupor… abandoned in...

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Old Man his weatherbeaten face, lined with the hills and valleys of age watery blue eyes set against a backdrop of bloodshot white his cheeks reddened from sun and alcohol, his aquiline nose has lost its nobility his once full lips now just scowling lines covering remnants of jagged teeth his stubble covered chin now a dirty gray bristle life has not been kind to him ...

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When ones children face their final breath And precious days are borrowed now The reason for their untimely death Remains perplexed on sorrowed brow What is the price of what was treasured And how will parents journey on Their anguish can never be measured When all their hopes and dreams are gone So say a prayer for all those that's died...

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Why do you still chat With that Common Rats? As blind as A Bat; A Gathering Fat? Yes, I’m dead upset And for Bad Fight set. Would for A Gossip Who lets his lips slip Where had Poor Chloe stashed The money she cashed That could widen eyes And trigger Wish Cries… I know A Callow: At theft who’s shallow; The idea A Brow Would never allow....

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to me nothing new who you have been never knew crowd up who you drew they were in NATO seemed to be hot potato also SEATO then when at table attach dishes when able to remain stable always polluting had been beleaguered Putin breeze away shooting we had been humble Trump would stumble and bumble grouch who did grumble out he liked to lash Trump had been big bunch of trash together...

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his furled brow snowfall not letting up shovel on standby Posted on February 24, 2019...

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If we set our minds to it, there's nothing we can't achieve But our image is lowered when we blow our nose on our sleeve Kinda destroys our stature As a knowledge dispatcher More like someone with a grade two diploma would you believe?...

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Expectation Is a wasted exercise. Attempting to surmise The content of a situation Leads to misconceptions: A woman cries, A source of pride, The setting of the sun; Exchange it for another one And stand aside. Don't squander time With speculations. Copyright © 1994-2018 by Benjamin Toney. All rights reserved....

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If we set our minds to it, there's nothing we can't achieve But our image is lowered when we blow our nose on our sleeve Kinda destroys our stature As a knowledge dispatcher More like someone with a grade two diploma would you believe?...

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His eyes are dimmed by awe for all the time wrapped in fantasy, for all those years not knowing what a human being looks like, and all those times he didn't get he was in love, for all those errors that make him cry at night....

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The fever came and the good lord mopped his brow. The sterile little needle punches a nice round bloody hole I had to see the doctor because the sweat had grown so cold I’ve got a ten pound prescription worth a bag of brown and gold Now I have seen Christ Jesus dying to save our corrupted soul I saw...

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'Pon my brow furrowed lines of great care Out on the porch in torment went Pain and agony of soul Refreshed now with morn's cold Peace, tranquility Flows 'or me for Creation's Blessings See...

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ice on my brow-- making Angels in the snow with my best friend...

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