Disrepair Poems - Poems about Disrepair

... The apostate looked out his window, and started to believe As genuflecting pylons sent ramifications through the trees Chaos questioned reason, hoping for a guilty plea but the world was to......

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...Never again to know fresh air, Combing worms from my matted hair. No one remains who’d ever care — Tied to my grave, this lonesome baire. I must escape the sun’s harsh glare, Tread carefully dow......

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...Share your empathy of unbridled dreamlands my dear friend and help me heal my abandoned, decrepit heart with its peeling, dangling memories in my troubled mind Give me faith for shatte......

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...Only point to matter is the fulcrums peak. As pivotal, the equilibrium we seek. Critical mass tipped to offset sum. Heavily shifts the weight of outcome. Impressive pressures impart fractional ......

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...Does the 9th of March meant something? Which took a day of mine to sort this out The day was cloudy, though, but has spare time Importantly, no one awaiting for me providing a call The days ......

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...I used to drive around town for fun. But this town is now overgrown. With tall buildings that reach too high. As I try to look up. The sun turns toward me and distracts me. I used to go t......

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...If cancer were money Yo, If cancer were money, Then I'd be rich! Got stacks of agony and life's a . Thinkin' it's the cancer, but nah, it's the real cash, Agony's my currency and it's runnin'......

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... When the leaves fall, gently as the first kiss From the mother who has just discovered the wonder Of motherhood, the music – so very good… Aching prayers, faded into the moss-grown forest......

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...“Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.” Voltaire ......

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... As memories scatter in echoes of laughter. I recall childhood dreams now lost among old trees. Hope once ran free and wild, but now I just feel tired. A playground of conflicts, which no ......

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...churning, crazy-making firestorm upends reason to disrepair heightens our senses, our esteem blinds us to flaws unseen Oh Mother’s reckless devotion withstands all adversity delusional in adm......

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...Lumbering bulldozers grind and rip trees and shrubs from the empty lots, competing with gas fumes, the noise of trucks, and honking horns on the busy thoroughfare. Two gracious houses, on......

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...The pain in my heart threatens to be my end, I sought to show the 'me' that God did intend. Yet, silenced I stand, to the skies, I relent, "Your will, not mine," my whispered consent. Hunger ig......

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...I remember the rumble It seemed so distant at first, a whisper in this urban jungle No one seemed to notice it There was no proof,no broken glass, no fires lit I remember the sound of it It......

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... Meanwhile at the Temple of Doom, the hearts of the "resistance", are burning everence in "Human Resonance Frequency", somewhat resonating resonance residence, but not en......

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