Changing The Face Of Poems - Poems about Changing The Face Of

...In an old bus, patience thinned by midnight As bitterness drifted long, feeling bleak Wiping hours with restless air in dark light Not a robin cooed through skyline's mystique Findi......

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...Confusion, disillusion, intrusion, conclusion, Such is life’s ever-changing, smiling face Ferocity, atrocity, generosity, velocity, A whirlwind of emotions, a fate you can't erase. Alienation, ......

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...Ever moving The migration by wind and water As the sands shift with time Changing the face The feel The look. As sea laps, wind blows Longshore drift Collect Deposit Ever moving sands Pass......

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...A cure for man’s cancer, a worthy cause throughout November. Men are dying too young, Help men talk about their health, We can’t afford to stay silent. So, grow a mo*, and help save a bro*......

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...Today or Yesterday Today the gas price is over 5.00. We struggle now to decide what to pay? The food bill, the rent bill, or the gas? Yesterday, or at least... not so long ago, it ......

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...Pick up the book if you want to learn it’s story It’s there in black and white Walk upon the earth if you want to see the glory It’s such a beautiful sight The land, the sea and it’s skies never......

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...So much depends on waiting, the cock crow, dissipating long nights, before rain starts, desecrating one-sidedness, and, getting it right, working like-mindedness, engrafting a woman in a man ......

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...Look at you! How beautiful you are Men are amazed and dazed by your appearance. But they will never love You. They will always love your image. Always They will make love to an empty vessel. Th......

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...mountains and valleys, cold streams and tall trees, corn fields and farm lands, black crows and young bees, green grass and sun flowers, black bears and ground hogs, chickens and ducklings, youn......

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...Revisited the 60's in a dream this past eve.... I saw Bobby fall and lying in a puddle of his own blood Martin and John followed by processions of broken; tears and cries Bodies with motionl......

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...anthills to natural selection, the sexual drive of a violenne; invasive, brutal, the testosterone chasing wet thighs, the night sweats. Kleptomania rising; castration or helium filled masks for ass......

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...Bending the fluid anger, it was coming: from anthills to natural selection, the sexual drive of a violenne; invasive, brutal, the testosterone chasing wet thighs, the night sweats. Kleptomania r......

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...Pupils dance, On a face covering their way. Waiting forever in answers, But the heart never seems to stay. Sweet distances divided, everyday we taste. What has intrigued our hearts before, H......

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...My life portrays an ocean So powerful, so strong Breaking the sharp cliffs into rocks As I go on I am smooth yet I am gentle Flowing with a smooth pace Cutting off the sharp rocks Into smooth ......

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