Fluctuated Poems - Poems about Fluctuated

...*Theresa's Quote:** "To the black hairstylist: Again, I will say that you are a blessing to these women and a blessing to this hair. Black hair is a heaven-sent gift that helps black women keep thei......

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...I went out on Friday In entirely in the wrong frame of mind but everything was fine, although I've analysed myself in hindsight to within an inch of my life. Had a lift that arrived early so put ......

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...THE PRANKER AND THE PRANKEE Pranking might be a game to a pranker But an unpremeditated shocker. The prank might become costly Cos when you presumed it'll be funny, the fun becomes a life bre......

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...Life is a small boat on the river bank, The wave is constantly rolling in the floating river. The wave is constantly rolling in the floating river. The boat fluctuated on the illusion river wat......

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...I wish for an end to come A welcome I spoke; untrue now The progress of time, showing me pain Saved me than, to severe me again An arid mind, pleading for lines to flow. Upon entrance, my imp......

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...Prayers Make prayers a way of life My mom would often say Being a headstrong young girl Disinclined to obey Would swiftly turn my back And hurriedly get away.. A brilliant student with excel......

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...It’s mellowing around the corners of the moon, The vision was clearer than the eyes could see; The breathe was refreshing than the wind could share; The light was brighter than the sun could give;......

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...spring stitched the horizon budding with French knots of red and jade and gold the underpinning of branches began to disappear as the surface danced with pointillism kelly-green cuffed ......

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...His mother, a gaelic queen his father, a rugged pit miner he wishes to never be seen being solitary has never been finer the son of sons he was the son of sons he became an expectation he did......

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...I often visited the prittiest and kindest lady, who lived by an abandoned, weedy cemetery... and she told me tales that made me dream; up that pine-scented and rugged hill, the Devil tripped many ......

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