Dried Up Poems - Poems about Dried Up

grass is all but crisp sun's rays have taken life as we pray for rain...

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Like a dried-up fountain, I sip from my shadows, Dusty memories, like forgotten books on shelves of dreams, I swallow my existence, like a sea of silence, And let it flow, spread, dissolve into verses. I would like to open my heart, to sprinkle my blood On the white paper, to write with the venom of melancholy And to see how...

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Once I was a spring - words and art flowed forth from me. But now inspiration is an ooze - a slow and tortured trickle. No longer refreshing, cool water, but a sticky, sour sap. So the leaves and pages wither. Like an oil well drilled in shale so abundant at first - yet so quickly does it fade. But surely...

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Washed up, dried up, the bones on the beach. Having had their day, the stars were out of reach. Their songs had been sung, heads were hung. Bones were glistening on the sand, as far as the human eye could see, all across the land, into eternity....

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Cry no more, Those who tells liars about you They are irrelevant They are insignificant They are not included It is your journey Cry no more Those who are eager to be you They could not be They were not born to be They are not you It is your journey after all...

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Absurd situations amuse me; they get written into poems. Foolish generalizations about groups of people infuriate me; they also get written into poems. All Irish, all whites, all English, all red-heads, there is no all. It makes not a whit of sense. But the one thing that has gotten my goat faster than any other thing? “All women...

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Colored Memories ARTIST BOX OF DRIED UP MARKERS I'm a temperamental artist In instants I'm prompted to draw Choice of tools to use my favorite are markers Colored markers, orange-blue-red-green yellow Each one that I pick up not writing I'm all caught up want to draw a picture But each marker I pick up using All dried up So I fuss The sun is...

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Soft, rosy cheeks; Turn moist and wet. From all the tears that leave, Tragic traces of hurt and regret. But I don't contain, Seas and oceans in me. For the tears to be eternal, And just keep on flooding out freely. So when they dry up, Doesn't mean that I stop. Because When my tears dry up, The blood, will surely drain and drop. I'll cry tears, Of...

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Harsh words & violent blows hidden secrets nobody knows. Eyes are open hands are fisted deep inside I'm warped & twisted. So many tricks & so many lies too many whens & too many whys. Nobody's special, nobody's gifted, I'm just me, warped & twisted. Sleeping awake, & chokin on a dream. listening...

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He struggles with emotions He struggles with emotional wounds He struggles alone unable to share He struggles alone slowly self destructing For his well of tears is dried up he cant cry He was socialized to believe men don't cry He was made to believe men don't show weakness He was made to accept men never admit weakness He struggles alone unable to...

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Dried Up Time – Mother Nature – guiding forces of the Grim Reaper, that guardian Angel, that patient gate keeper. Autumn leaves, clothed in reds, browns, yellows and gold. I, a man of experiences, of age – this life has grown cold in the warmth of the sun, days that are kept fair - under blue skies, in my crown of...

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Never say never I was still laughing, still having a blast giving my two cents on what’s hip and what’s not little did I know it’s so not me that’s definitely not my calling… Wearing my hat half skew on my head jeans so baggy I almost tripped thinking I look so fly only thing missing was my rhymes “whasup my peeps!! how’s things rolling?” silly me! Should...

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Once thought in a dream, lost in the night Slipped through the cracks, not enough light Who would have known after all the money and tokes That all of it would be forgotten, just a joke Young drive left behind in the dust Took off so fast over fake love, also known as lust I can fault myself for the wrong...

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