Dunno Poems - Poems about Dunno

Motionless as time fleets, finding a purpose to grow, sewn my heart tight, for too long,...

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Well wannabe coat fans, you'll be sad to hear I've not been interviewed by a single newspaper (not got a clue what I'm talking about? - join the line) Although a man I didn't know in the lift and I hadn't glanced at said "if this was a first date, it's gone terribly" and I said...

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what's it for? speechless i will ask the bus driver on the number 24 drammach and heat magazine gupshup facejuice the office slurp my mum believes chris tarrant invented the choc ice on a stick "father, can i be of help?" "you go back to bed." slapnuts...

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My mind swirls and meanders Wishing to go to a dreamland of sorts Where imagination reigns and reality sits quietly I'm working on facts, as my fingers type my mind drifts and has to be pulled back I wish to be alone with my thoughts Despite their bullish behaviour My mind and body are disconnected I just have to hope my...

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there's a bloke i know, who keeps going on about his bowels but besides that, i am attempting a poem which uses meter effectively you know, so it has rhythm and stuff and subtle 'feminines' at the end of iambic pentameter so that it creates something but i haven't got the time for this like watching a peter jackson movie, sitting there in the cinema,...

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I don’t know why, Tears fall of my eyes? I life, Many people came and many went away, Some loved me, Some were loved by me, Some respected me, Some were respected by me. Today when I sit and think, I wonder, Why did I respect them? Why did I love them? Who left me, While I was really needful of a smile. I don’t know why did...

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gently before me on a desk, or a table rests the means to enable me to craft a new fable to run and leap like the sable a squirrel scampering upon a gable to perch on high level with the treetops even with the dew drops before they appear on leaves and grass and as the moments pass above the uncouth, the crass, with aplomb and class to...

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As the tears well up in her eyes she begins to choke them back, For she doesn't know why they are building like a flood. If she doesn't hold them back she's afraid they may not stop for they have been locked behind walls for far too long. Walls of pride, fear of not knowing if it's...

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