Disused Poems - Poems about Disused

...Tarnished, cracked, and parched without your love. Oh, why hast thou forsaken my devotion? Your impulsivity led to my demise, accumulating dust among disused collections. ......

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...When the ancient goes wild  Our hotel in Porto was at the highest point although we had been promised a room downtown we didn’t have to walk so far, s then I had paid in advance across the street......

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...In my room with its broken latch There's postcards of hens and foxes and a disused TV set There's a collection of analogue cameras Some I use Some of my lightbulbs are out There's a book of Tra......

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...Life's humdrum equates with pain; would sharing it lessen the downheartedness? Does that seem to shatter my whole being? I wonder, in a world's picture gallery, see paintings from all over the ......

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...A tenebrous void occupies my soul like a queasy, dark, wintry cloud hanging low and heavy with sleet and frost. No gelid wind blows it away and I despair. I cannot forget the dead. An empty, ......

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...A morsel of good news Breaks out with sensation State politics disused Gone is a term of nation Don’t wake me from this sleep Don’t stop this epic fall The old world gets a sweep I don’t re......

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...THE EMPTY ROOM Hard wooden seats in a waiting room Feel a draught from an ill-fitting door All I can do here is sit still and stare The last train due back to civilisation I’m here all alone s......

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...I am in that basement ward, the disused one, the one they park you in on the way to the morgue. The usual clutter of broken wheelchairs, torn screens, long defunct electrical equipment. I ......

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...survivors The captain called up the harbor authorities needed a birth a ship no one had heard of, but its manifest stated Sydney-bound They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city......

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...On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each stood at a respectful distance from each other A year later in high summer, the forest to......

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...Old Digger, lifter, mover, slicer Friend of ScoopDog and Dugger Graves Lover of landscaping, building, and gardening Who feels less sharp, disused, and edgy Who fears dull blades, broken handles......

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...it happened just as I say it did: I was ten or sometime after. late for school, running uphill then I stopped running and walked into an open field knowing I was nobodies problem. I le......

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...My dreams are often troubled by useless things. A land-line clicks on and off repeatedly the dreamless are phoning me. long disused. I found a kitten in the cold winter woods it died while I d......

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...This is my story, my telling. It was a Monday morning in a time that never existed. In a past that was fictional until it was revealed as a plot writing by a man-made ghost-writer, nevertheless......

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...He lost his cheque book then blamed me throwing all his disused newspapers around Dementia was acting fast I left, glad to disavowal myself from this character change, claiming he didn't want t......

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