Couth Poems - Poems about Couth

...It took but a bit But used my good wit To write what I writ I'll try to use couth And write about truth Be it black or white Be it wrong or right It's just what I write By chance I......

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...The thought weighs heavy on you, Unworthiness is no mere common flu, Spreading throughout your flesh and bones, Beating you with your own cast stones, Fallacious sickness hurled upon your soul, ......

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...I go here, I go there I can go anywhere I talk to him, I talk to her I am confident, that's for sure I do this, I do that I go where the adventure is at I work hard, I work fast I make b......

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...The pulpit of the womb Is not the alter of the devil’s tomb It’s not the deception of a dichotomy of love Death holds its breath While a world calls evil good And life ......

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...Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage... This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith, (i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole insync as a......

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... I am called Ruth, Ruth was my first since then I have been hailed and cursed by other names. This one is couth; Ruth was my first, I am called Ruth. The name means love, it's biblical like ......

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...A couth poetic platypus, Choosing words that are never rude, Carries a heavy blunderbuss, And softly croons a platitude.......

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...Close up, on the smooth couth meretricious pod, vibrantly violating my optics violently, even through the microscope. Its swarthy stare is maliciously resplendent and evoked from parsimony. ......

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...They sure bear battles but no enmities, At borders build brotherhood’s bonhomie, Exchange smiles and burry adversity That may arise from mutual miseries. The wars are won by kings and their count......

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...Skinny floral Christmas elf with eyes so green Your attitude and holly is totally and fully seen We marvel at your body, so lithe and loose You are skinnier than a wiped-out chicken goose. Skin......

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...The garden haunts me with tales of terror whispers the last sighs of wilting flowers chills me with its predatory silence torments me with its unheard shrieks beauty edged with talons, thorns a......

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...* The heart may fall in love unwillfully so, in a script will lie my paramour. Oh manic quest, I've sworn to set you free to let the ink's imagination soar. I’ve found a place to court a writer’......

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...Do you know what really burns my ass A flame about ass high, now that's quite crass Have you no couth? Not a bit, that's the truth Something's burning, TOO LATE... my ass is ash......

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...I am ill eke quipped to dusk hoover dawn ting task of badinage Indentured gumption forsaken courtesy each pulled wisdom-tooth this hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp po......

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...Do you know what burns my ass A flame about ass high, now that's quite crass Have you no couth? Not a bit, that's the truth Something's burning, uh oh my ass is ash......

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