Browne Poems - Poems about Browne

... "The Repeat of Fate" Deep buried in a dead forest I hadn’t heard of before, Wycoller lies in ruins, barren no trees nor foliage remain, no tenant can be found, but h......

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...From my broken heart a deep wound bleeds, The crimson tears fall like falling leaves. My life has become a page of sorrow, Pain and sorrow have become my tomorrow. My shattered dreams have fa......

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... My heart is heavy, I cannot deny, Life is tough, I can't help but sigh. The weight I carry, it seems to grow, It's hard to bear, this feeling of woe. Loneliness surrounds me, it clings to......

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... Broken sunshine falls on my face As I stand here in this lonely place But in this brokenness, I see The strength and resilience inside of me I may be misunderstood by others But I still......

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...My mental health. Oh this empty feeling in my core, A constant ache I can't ignore, A void that can't be filled with lies, An emptiness that never dies. Why can't I feel like others do? Wh......

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... Single for life Alone I stride in life contented and glad, No need of love, for it can make one sad Just me and my mind, never divided we two Free from worries, that come with being wooed. ......

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...Stevie Ray's guitar spurred the 1980s blues boom. He wasn't like any other guitarist. Inspired by Buddy Guy, Albert King, and Albert Collins... He linked blues and rock in the late 196......

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...W E Barrington-Browne painted rural landscapes& not the town Famed for his 'Immortal Trout' a watercolour well worth a 'shout'......

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...In the year ninteen eighty one on the nineteenth day of December A day the town of Mousehole in Cornwall, will always remember An R.N.L.I. Watson class wooden lifeboat, the 'Solomon Browne' La......

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...Just like Isaiah was sent forth, So too Did Sylvia Browne, Up North; Sent to Preach to both gentiles and jews alike And in “End Of Days” she wrote her spike. Gloated over and called , Mad, Moc......

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...“Memory isn’t as good as it used to be” Cackled Sam Browne, feeling all of his eighty years Sam drained his ale and conspiratorially whispered “Here, got tales of woes to tell you young man” “Now......

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...The concert, a singer who’s great, Is all set for a not-too-far date. I am sure that the show Will be wonderful, though It won’t start until sometime past 8. Since I often wake up around 5, B......

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... "50 Words for Poe: Rouge" Rouge, sweet stains the bleeding mouth of the brain Green poison from the tongue of envy a postal note from Hell ......

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...She reads Dave Berg and E.B. White, John Ciardi and Henry Leigh – My eight-year-old prodigy. She sings Ray Charles and Jackson Browne, Benatar and Robin Lane. Her confidence will never wane. ......

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...Sadness is all I feel, the sadness feeling never goes away. I fake that smile I greet you with, when you come home after a hard day. The love we used to feel, some how is no longer present ......

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