Fumble Poems - Poems about Fumble

Don’t you hate it when you try to explain And the words just won’t cooperate You stumble and fumble, your message lost Leaving you frustrated and irate You had it all planned out in your mind Each thought perfectly aligned But when you opened up your mouth The words got muddled and intertwined You tried to convey your true intentions To make yourself clear...

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Don't stumble; don't falter; don't fumble; Don't fall Hey you; Why do you even try? When it all seems pointless; Is it even worth it to try, I mean all of it. Don't stumble; don't falter; don't fumble; Don't fall. The rate at which you are willing to believe; Oh how naive! Are you even growing? Pain after pain on top of other pain; Will you...

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not much is ever clear as the sound of a bell reigning all the time or hardly ever heard all roads must be negated and a path still remain that be a detour round any blockage of brain an eternity of time is elimination of all through contemplation while a thought stain remains in life as a dawning of understanding as to how mechanics of reality works through concept...

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A man he knew himself to be,led him to wrong, All those times he had was to calculate the expenses of personal indefinite war, His own words got himself saddened instead of a discardable law, Blowing wind took away his hope, That was after a lady made him a fool he deserved not to be, Tried...

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Scuffling in the depths of the ghetto Plagued by trouble Lost in an isolated humanity Gambling with my life playing in stubble I fumble A promise of vengeance For my non-deliverance Reality is my craziness Apprehended by my silliness I crumble Desolation following me to oblivion Self-destruction swallowed into this situation Delusional from the inhalation I stumble...

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Columbus did not credit himself with finding Our America Who then first said this? Was politics part of game? Columbus no blame!...

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Dear Folks: Here I am at beautiful Fort Fumble, Louisiana. I sure wish I was back on the farm in Bean Blossom, Indiana. Already I've learned the army pastime of "hurry up and wait!" And that sergeants ain't very nice - they just love to berate. Sergeants met us at the train depot and herded us on a truck. They...

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