Dens Poems - Poems about Dens

...Strange how everything evolves except love it just comes in one sweet-fleeting flavor- Hate and destruction have evolved We went from clubs, bow and arrow to a fetish for nuclear diseases. If ......

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...High winds have come to a land remote and wild. Oak leaves tremble in the black of night While critters to the underbrush for the present are exiled. Like a giant thras......

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...Bears Emerge from Dens suet feeders in danger ......

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...Raw? Depends on what you saw. Disaster? From jaw. Who's the master? Real or raw? Melee, mighty, maw... Peoples of the ocean blue? Vehicles to ride? What exactly do we do? Heaven and Hell, hi......

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...I'm a woman at war with my vices and virtues. Kiss of a scandalous deal in the makings of a show telling queen In the walls within my mind between the American greed and the American gangster I......

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...I swear I healed myself, but a piece of me is always going g to be missing. So I searched the earth and Under my bed. I looked in my diaries and all the words I have said... Failure beyond failu......

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...My vast steppe blessed with treasures untold, A peaceful land where labor unfolds. Seeing this nation's abundance and peace, Enemies gathered, their threats unleashed. If a person’s hea......

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...#Another_Pastor_viral Ancestors exchange grave turning with Christ, shame and tabooed, religion painted, men claiming and looting from the poorer, shaming and tainting the believe From calling t......

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...We built this house On a dirt road at the edge of the forest And between two coyotes dens So it’s hard to know if the howling at night Is sibling rivalry or civil war Serenade or sacrifice Th......

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...hunch in me, foresees flames, allow me to strap tight my fears, there I must reach, regardless. This bridge keeping my legs intact starts to collapse, either way I get burnt or I crush. This jungl......

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...predicting the unpredictable, if it meant to be it will be, there are shadows, that keep spying on my behind, I look but sound and dusts are at display, wonder who left what where, check my back, ......

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...Russet, Crimson and Golden colors adorn the spiraling leaves that are falling so slowly and beautifully, spreading over the landscape. They are making a natural blanket, keeping the earth warme......

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... Confidence Many a soul in youth conceives The world as a shrine of goodness, ......

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...The day has finally break and the market is taking shape the traders are busy, everyone is in a hurry, office workers are on the go they cannot afford to miss the early morning show; coffee in one ha......

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... Delusion In youthful days some may conceive The world to be a bed of rose, ......

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