Dearth Poems - Poems about Dearth

Lately, it seems to be there’s a dearth of poetry on the site... else it's me generalizing from scant experience as I often do when feeling imperious ...

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Accustomed to be the sunshine of the sun, Attuned to catch up with all the fun, Worn myself, all to gain love from trust, While may this be true, it all is just nothing, A piece of paper driven through handwriting Is just a paper ash when let fire light it Oh, I’m past all the tests, I’m to perform and shine, This...

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Theres all so much and so less in me.. My eyes and my heart are but reckless youth Shouldnt you wonder for a moment before burdening it so Quite a lot of you Weighs my dear heart, down like an anchor Shame that it Seldom grounds What that is about you The pondering is long and listless The something that gnaws at my heart...

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What really makes patients gasp for air? How far blaming poor oxygen’s fair? Go right unto root’s core And a ship comes to shore: Hospital bills do have giant’s share. Still deeper should ye pore, Bleeding cause comes to fore: Dearth of hope and death-wish of despair! ______________________________________ Happenings |21.05.2021| Poet’s note: One might feel that a limerick form for a subject matter so...

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Your dearth made my eyes moisturize Shroud me if you have no time to meet My pulse has stopped by last evening My body also will be cold soon As the time doesn't remain same Lets separate our ways As we both needs it same...

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I'm a living abortion, If there's a heaven, I can't find my portion, The world is so cruel and cold, Therefore, I set up my own heat and remain bold. My life is a cap to the head, And a prayer for the dead, Sleep is the cousin of eternal death, Therefore, I refused to die in dearth. I'm the manifestation of...

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Death-strong! This scourge asphyxiating Earth; Graves, flames, requiems and urns, these rites in dearth, Corpses as sheaves, scythe trails bloodless casualties; Time knells the toll and grimly mocks to pleas, Shame born in guise of chaos for strong no more – These pillars and halls until there be cure, Lock-down! Proximity - The arch-enemy, Scorn plays plaque, splitting lives in society. Yet life...

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Go Get Help! Look no further! Off you go! Lot less dearther!...

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Accept me thus, I heard them say, " Because I am lame Crawling on earth and I am in Dearth of legs ". Ease my pain I beseech Fame and riches I seek, to let my work and walk fix Good for me, God loves me Has he does to you men. If I didn't help my dream Jobless I...

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I make a mockery of the chasm I exult in my sarcastic enthusiasm The space between us causes A sweet reunion amidst the pauses I feel a vicarious, carnal avidity Awakening within me a certain lucidity, An impetus to slake my yearning To adorn my heart with your returning Though I know that after I ignite I will thus extinguish my appetite I seek...

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Dear death I'm sending my condolence to you I'm telling you that it is enough You took my brother Now you took my son I didn't want it to come this way but I am tired Let talk about it men to men Dont be proud of your cowardness Death you coming to an end I dont want to see you again You did try...

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He squats the entire day, extending his empty cup. Cold sweat oozing from the pores of his slack bristly white face, yet he crouched spiritless, hoping for kindness to tumble. Desire split his dry lips, but he stoops without a murmur, parting the busy shoppers, roaming up and down the Plaza. He makes rhythm with his cup, a somber rhythm that plunges into the ground. People pass...

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The Dearth of Bees Spring, and pretty flowers have opened up, even those that pretend they are not in a loving disposition. Not many bees around anymore because of chemicals farmers spray on crops many have gone metro and lost interest, fly low over still water so they can admire their flying skill, or sit on the...

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The hour is late I long to write Thoughts are few A long empty night Over taxed mind A writer's wage My head is empty On a yearning page Perhaps, tomorrow Gone, dearth of rhyme As bard within Urges spirits climb...

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In one time I live in two worlds Each part of me has its own curls Both fire and ice run thru me together Broken in two I live to gather The skins that I ve shed The feathers that I ve burnt The lul in me fires both ends All this in me keeps me wilder and warm The day it all...

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