Grind Away Poems - Poems about Grind Away

...Moments fly off and leave a trail behind you like dust clouds. Most settle somewhere in the forgotten, become irretrievable, no longer connected to your life. Some survive and accumulate on th......Read the rest...

...You stole away my lonely melody, Lord, And made it harmony according to Your accord I’d like to thank You with all of my heart as I make sound My mind is trying to look forward to a future of fait......Read the rest...

...AFRICA IS NOT YOUR LAB Monumental carcasses impended: Africa is not a lab, A pinch of your pin is worse than knife stab - Reducing a people you didn't create, Solution is your cunning bait Bu......Read the rest...

...Adam, of scripture, dug our graves for it. The advertiser’s magic guaranties it. Fathers grind away their lives for it. Religions point the way toward it. The flail for it forms character. The P......Read the rest...

...His ramrod back, his brill-creamed hair and waxed moustache gave him a certain air, a certain dash, and a military bearing. His speech was clipped. He walked his stick with sergeant major's f......Read the rest...

...My knees wear out on me My feet feel like lead of rue My knees give way, you see? My numb feelings isn't because of you God gave me freewill with no strings attached I hurt myself so much ......Read the rest...

...Don't come for me, until you see that Me Nobody knows where anger grows wild. Child, I've been there fearing the dawn Thinking the demons won my soul, Let it be told I was the hopeless Copeless......Read the rest...

...Oh sweet bride to be as the flowers bloom you snuck to my room in hopes of a lustful spoon Groom anxiously awaits as your father opens the front gates No one will comprehend our fate Face t......Read the rest...

...I have been on Earth for twenty years I've been through joy I've shed my tears felt every emotion that comes to mind but still I've never felt freedom. I could break my back to pay my bills......Read the rest...

...I’ve been pumping the handle but it’s spitting out dust. I grind away my eraser until the ferrule rips the empty page. In the back of my mind, fragments pile up in a heap of worthless used parts. ......Read the rest...

...Under mountains of coal and ash two, cold, porcelain figurines withstand the years, as they grind away slowly their lines and composition turning to dust. I was the culprit, tearing down the house......Read the rest...

...In my quest of life sublime I face a mountain I must climb There dwells up inside of me A growing amount of hostility My anger is growing day by day Regardless of the prayers I pray Like ......Read the rest...

...Majestic and yet strangely innocent, they are silent sentinels of the past Rock holding fast a million memories though the surface shows the only scars The range of ranges, old today and ancient ......Read the rest...