Desecrates Poems - Poems about Desecrates

...New York Theory Boo don't talk to me news He rebegins Chaste in here with you I held out empty ink Twirling walls Rampant porcelain dreams Too many parks In one day, destroyed me sunder......

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...{“When I dunk my head in holy water, to rid myself of your poison. Hatred circuits through my veins at the delusional expectancy I have clasped. I let my nucleus out of its solitary incarceration; a ......

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...The beauty of the evening, The blushing horizon in the west I adore much the taste Of sugary sweets blended In the black coffee In the mug of beautiful evening Moistens my thirsty throat, To a......

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...Loneliness Loneliness is a thing not to be admired. It hurts, it desolates, it separates, it isolates. To be surrounded by nothing is not something to rejoice. To be alive- yet dead does not lend......

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...I can feel this rage boiling, Bubbling to the top. I can feel it catching fire, Gathering heat nonstop. Trampled on, belittled, and used, With pain and anger suppression fused, Cap to bottle wh......

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...In this world of sorrows and heartaches, Some hearts may only know the sounds of grief. Some souls could not fathom the depth of distress. "Heaven where art thou?", I used to ask myself. The a......

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...The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem and The Riming Poem Old English Poem (i.e., Anglo-Saxon Poem) from the Exeter Book, ca. 990 AD loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch He who gr......

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...The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem and The Riming Poem - Part II anonymous Old English Poem from the Exeter Book, circa 990 AD loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch He who grant......

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...Here today, gone tomorrow Fate of those who breathe in air. The mind is sore; the heart is hollow Grey or not, damn the hair. How true it unveils, The world is birthed from the Death's marrow.......

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...Winter Awakens My Care anonymous Middle English poem, circa 1300 loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Winter awakens all my care as leafless trees grow bare. For now my sighs a......

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...The streetlights cast empty shadows, Stretching across the roads of destiny. The ghost of a time long past glows, Echoing secrets long lost to me. It’s now the time to rise, Building up a stru......

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...Remonstrations, protestations, recriminations In the wake of a calamity that strikes below the belt In communities decimated and disabled by insinuations Brought to a head when fickle feelings mel......

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...blood of fury desecrates youngsters maimed by household strife till church gongs ring of mercy ---love offerings pledged Contest: Part 2 , Fully Booked War and Peace For nette onclaud......

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...holding onto the fears of our fathers and to some new forms of paranoia the wind easily scatters us like feathers you wouldn’t think we’re the descends of Noah the mind is divorced from the hea......

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...Poison ivy of assumption a seed transforms into vines your very branches tread fine lines. Cut off the ones that offend you. Watch as the ivy desecrates the character you never were. Hearsa......

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