Deserted Poems - Poems about Deserted

I woke up this morning in the silence of my mind and looked outside Not a sign of life was moving, and the city has lost its pride I looked up at the skies above me searching for an answer, but the clouds keep rolling by and everyone was bidding the earth goodbye. A long road formed...

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her children used to adore her they are too far away to visit. her dogs have deserted her through death like her husbands she is glad for her terrific memories...

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Once a thriving town now dust devils curl and tumble on the broken pavement, along with swirling leaves and ...

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You inserted the needle into my veins… Now, I’m damaged goods that dry on You sucked up my blood oh so insane You deserted me by falling for hurtful lies…misunderstood like the dusked dawn You messed up everything and more, mind train… All else fails and I’m in vain I am leaning towards my throne Of all alone, of all alone, of...

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step … across the sill this haunted house walls of torn paper, dripping crumbling plaster ceilings hanging like rotten vines on this bony frame dark, broken windows, the empty eyes that stare once aglow with the bright from within life and light … and love made a home until … just an ember - one flame of your kiss - and it was gutted burned raw and ruined with no thought to what...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering? " ...

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dark bone-chilling wilderness chant From horizon rising from a distant North the summer smiled at the arcing sand dunes in the lonely desert, echoed by a sandy splash oasis-flowered waters from a celestial spring Watered destiny as it grew in her youthfulness blossoming, while fate plays her major cast "The villain" of the drama called Life a brief flutter...

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It was noon for Lady Amanda And in drove a Platoon Commander: Gerald Rutherford, full Lieutenant Many years back her Quiet Tenant... Now Military, still Great Manners, As though in defence of Great Banners, The two hoisted in front of his Jeep And a white he chose to close keep... Key off Jeep's Ignition box, a leap: He's had something robbing him Good Sleep "Yes,...

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Ramah Prince looked at the warped ruler in his hands and felt sparkly. He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved deserted Kenya with its ordinary, open oceans. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone....

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A willow trembles in the breeze And stoops in awe as angels sneeze; Quaking feebly to its knees, Bending, doleful, if you please. A day, as this, when squalls blow wild The willow cries ~ as like a child; Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled, And all aloof, left out, exiled. Now her branches droop away Blenching down throughout the day; Keeping blusts of gusts at bay Harboured...

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Deserted by Alfred It was not my fault I had no shoes And the police stopped and asked and since it was none of their business I naturally told them to get lost was handcuffed and put in a police car, which was more cooling than the asphalt, after all, it was October in Albufeira. I thought this is a...

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Friends do not laugh at me Walking barefooted to school It is not an option to choose Only that they have no pride in me Friends don't look down on me Even if I am wearing these tattered clothes We are equally the same this proof I can give it to you Let's wait for a test and solve our differences Friends bear...

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THE DESERTED GRAVEYARD : EPITAPH Sunday afternoon mid-winter: Here’s end of mortal charm and grace, this hillside where briars claim the footage— weather wears away a few remaining names. broom-straw roots between the sunken mounds, and long-legged brown spiders climb over field-stones. “We are nothing more nor less than what we were. Let the earth have what it wants. We are dust returning to...

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My feelings I store on empty shelves of shoulders that don't hold much but selfish needs. Preserved in salt to heal wounds and burn at once so to not forget the labels that have tested time, Patience and strength. Throughout time , I have tested waters flavored with agony's pungent seasoning knowing it's not...

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Not friend of man or beast, or kind to any soul, not even their own. Perhaps compassion deserted them, along with reason leaving not even an even-tongue.. in a dangerous clouded head. Or maybe found under a curse from a long ago wrong., cast at birth or last dawn' cropping season, ill thoughts impure to many. Maniacal in gaze. Sees.....

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