Drawling Poems - Poems about Drawling

...To mix the two together only brings gray. Battling persona. Never on cue. For one’s never certain, which facade debuts. Dark finely feathered, filled with lustful charades Hides behind a notion......

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...A step on a lonely road With heavy burden and load Dragging miserable soul To emptiness with no goal Drawling when not walking Silence is the only talking A price to pay For something I d......

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... Soft snowflakes falling, winter comes calling, Wind shakes the pine trees, snowman's time to freeze, Birdsong's enthralling, cardinal's d......

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... A cloudy blanket sheaths the peaks, Wrapped in blue, they look enthralling, Emerald trees behold the sight! Milky river of mist like creeks flows overhead this scene sprawling,......

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...This drawling, heinous war is sapping the soldiers’ strength. I perceive of which high above the battlefield. These rivers, fresh, indispensable rivers, flow red with hate and blood. And yo......

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...My life was droning along, quite monotonously like a tired, worn-out song... drawling endlessly Then one day it happened- two whole lives affected a simple letter was penned, something unexpecte......

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...Roundup lassoes, swinging Roping stars of wide open country Sweetheart moon is swooning Cowboy smiles wrangling darlins Tobacco spitt’n anywhere the varmint wants Yellow taxis the color of the......

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...My pen pleads Lonely nights offer moments of silence and one dish suppers where candlelight seems a waste Seated with pen in hand, I smooth the ruffles beneath as if that will help the words f......

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...Oh wow a mystic meaning manifesting majestic majorities. In a purple eclipse. In a towel hung geometrically on a towel rail. Hum then. Queues upon queues of geometricians on hoops. Linguistic lingeri......

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...All day long the clouds lay hanging thick and gloomy in the sky. Night approached. The wind was restless; it gave out a ghostly cry. Eerie lights blinked in the darkness, shadows dancing in b......

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...Last time it rained was in April. It did not rain that much, but it was enough to dirty everywhere. ......

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...Is it her calling? I was just drawling pictures of my feelings. All these killers and retards we should be healing, Insted we are keeping them from the world. Tis it was the greatest sto......

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...THESE BUTTERFLY KISSES   I cannot tell what happened But I heard somebody telling me:   “They vanished in thin air” “My butterfly kisses are broken wings”   “I know no butterfly kisses” ......

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...Am I from thine amity pleas'd, So tell thou how in me eris'd Of Joy the sorrow and the dawn, Of Beauty mistery and frown: 'Tis sung in here the sighing sail, The waves,the sea- forsake! Will ......

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...(A Paul Callus co-write) The tempest came from nowhere; it took me by surprise The wind and drawling thunder tried hard to quell my cries. The darkness felt so heavy, my heart dejected, blue T......

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