Crush Out Poems - Poems about Crush Out

... "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart." - Helen Keller Like a slow drawl, sometimes Winter – others, Au......

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...Life has a cycle And motivation is the core Question is…… Where do you get yours? Im talkin bout that drive in you What's in your mind to choose The right grind to move You into the right di......

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...I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe. Jandy Nelson What I scribe......

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...you were larger than life love maker norm breaker praise taker soul shaker what happened to you? epic embodied were you every word: a spell, a hue made make believe come true ancient lore,......

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...Abreast I am. committed I am So why not with me? Passion and vision you demand. Seeing less from them you crush out. The waving feather settles firmly on you. Tasting your fruitfulness are do......

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...He was a lonely person. With so many words he Can't fathom into sentences. He would sigh and lay His head down. So many Words scream and shove all Competing for a chance To be on paper. Waterf......

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...1. In the slow, dead hours that hang attendant Upon the birth of the dawn, When all things pure lie safe abed, Nested in sleep's safe oblivion, The rituals take place, unseen, unfelt In woo......

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...Around the base of the tree the banks of bluebells flower Tall and straight but weak of stem, beautifying the forest Cultivated by nature, leaves for compost, untouched by hand The flowers are admir......

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...Sight Pt1 I weep for I see the world unlike others do I am different, I am special I am not crippled with vaunted views. they see the world with contact eyes they see with colour and with light ye......

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... Sunshine, daises, and purple marshmallow In my meadow which the humans left fallow Lovely flowers I greet Glad to give their fruit sweet To the sounds of my stream so shallow The ......

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...It's midnight, another long, lonely day is through so tired yet wide awake, missing her as I do In the dark I just toss and turn, waiting to find sleep Time passes by so slowly when loves wounds c......

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