Craw Poems - Poems about Craw

...'Ridiculous' Is In The Craw Of The: Behold! The Ridicular! Empty, Wasted, Un-Enlightened Layers Of Fabricated Settle-Ment. -Gray Squirrel 06-3......

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...Writen by owen hamalala 2021 ,18:51 Feding hope Like the saw blade cutting through The darkness to shade more light U crash my soul without a care Broken but never bothered to care We ......

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... This world is full of noise,enough to burst, your mind and destroy well being lust, noise from traffic on ground and air, from telly,s ,radios and everywhere. Gies a break we aa bellow, makin ......

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...First crawl I learnt to crawl in a tie, Banker’s suit and smile on a lucky tot. Learning the secrets of trades and service, I’d make a difference with my skills, And earn some money on the s......

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...Ascending within; to feel my happiness climB Setting out solo; internal ecstasy can providE Carving contentment by relearning to crawL Enjoying thi......

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..."Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers…" Every time I hear a kid recite this twisted rhyme, I'm 'minded how 'gainst Mother Nature it's a crime. What that peck of peppers was no one can te......

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...A raw red crater of hunger; the clacking tongue a buckram spear shaken at all comers. The gulls mouth is the gull, the gullet is the gull the torso, the snowy pale blue plumage, that dark und......

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...Love is hardly ever spelt the way it is written between the lips, or how it shape its form upon a curling tongue as: LUVE. U see, you need the ‘you’ within it. Luv sounds like ‘glo......

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...Beyond a shadow of a doubt, There’s much to be outraged about. But what gets my craw, The final, last straw: Chaco Tacos have been phased out.......

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...[If you’re a glutton for punishment, you Can find ‘Mad Molly Shaw’ using the poems Tag at top of screen] **** Mad Molly Shaw wasn’t mad anymore But sometimes a name kinda lingers......

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...The brazen wind flows through the naked trees, where multitudes of scrawny fingers attached to stout limbs conduct the aria. the trill of the dawn awakes the sedulity… a wee tad foisty Wi......

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...Some are clearly Buddhist, they sing not much, but drone and chant, they do not flaunt. Some are brightly painted egos, their songs bootie-calls from empty nests where they preen melodically r......

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... A question I have asked myself of late: what essence does this poetry possess which differentiates it from mere prose, and gives distinction to its 'poemness'? Sometimes, at least to ......

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...Tossing and turning in Whitman’s grass, Breathing every fervent loving sensate, My deliberate doubts, you may bypass, To obey the certainty of Christian dictates. To some, my probes attack set......

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...Ever since I was a teen, I dreamed of seeing the land of Mardi Gras. Visiting the Big Easy had become stuck deep inside my craw. I wanted to see the French Quarter, a mystical place of make believe......

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