Dispensaries Poems - Poems about Dispensaries

...A corner has been turned A chapter has been burned A stipend has been earned — Was it by me? You can’t unearth a friend If he’s stuck in the deep end And he sure as hell cannot pretend He......Read the rest...

...my cigarette shrouds me in smoke i am still a mystery to myself i take melancholy like drugs there’s such a grim beauty in the city with flowers making war through the fences and the city has wi......Read the rest...

...It's in the early hours of the morning when the sun is barely rising, distant clouds blush in their lavenders and pinks the seasons are changing, come round to this time of year, the fall of au......Read the rest...

...Mother Teresa She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people... Always we remember the great news 'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.' It was one of the b......Read the rest...