Fag End Poems - Poems about Fag End

...Where the white gnaws a brook, black Ash trees sink waist high in a smoking frost. My coat is a rook's shadow. I need to thaw a fumed silhouette, warm my breath from old body embers. A......

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...It is time to get fresh America, to be plucked wriggling out of that shining sea, a fresh baked humanity, moon-beam buckled. Pass no more pay-day-loans into the purses of the pawn-shopping poor, ......

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...Many times on my couch I lie In a vacant mind or pensive drift Wondering and pondering Why the thought of my mom Doesn’t go off my busy mind; Ever after she is no more Is it ‘cause of b......

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...She has a tumbledown deck, a creaky rocker. Dandelion seeds carry memories from one neglected garden patch to another. She’s not that old, but her wine has mulled, a hard sun has scoured her feat......

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...It is time to get fresh America, to be plucked wriggling out of the shining sea, a fresh baked humanity, moon-beam buckled, passing yet more pay-day-loans into the purses of the pawn-shopping poo......

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...I need a fix or ahm gonnae die eyes drift open and already its there that horrible sick feel crawling its way up to my throat the restlessness kicking out from my knee letting me know, as ......

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...The ***-end of February, St David’s Day approaches fast. It’s wet and windy yet again, Still more dark days with sleet and rain. But gold and purple crocuses And multi-coloured primroses Awak......

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...Listening to a gleaming word whole life and finding its meaning at the *** end. And you are in thrall to a sinful pleasure. The yearnings of a small Pteris, which drinks arsenic daily to r......

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...Deep in to the woods by spring my quest by daybreak for croaking, frog croaking, nature enthusiast‘s song, hit upon by the *** end, a puddle, frogs, a few in high spirits hopping, something took the......

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...What Democracy Democracy, in Britain is nothing but a lie. From the dictionary the word should be deleted Whilst democracy’s the slogan that politicians cry The majority of us feel that we’ve ......

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...1. observing the ardent eagerness of the wind it is clearly understood that nascent pollens are overflowing the niche of her heart in response to the signals of the river she keeps on ......

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...I saw a girl at the *** end of March, And how i wished she could be mine, Then i realized it was just a dream, And went back to sleep, Hoping the supernatural would happen. Then i woke up ......

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