Grind Down Poems - Poems about Grind Down

...Doesn't money feel like slavery, Delegating where you need to be. Acquiring desires that are temporary, Keeping you distracted so you can't see, Because it's needed to feed the family. ......

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...The politicians and globalists plopped us in a teacup feeding us the sugary crumbs of their lies stuffing the lungs well below the waterline to muffle screams for a peaceful existence. Keep ban......

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...Beneath the burdens of countless nights, In the cursed silence of the soul's waiting room, I sat, the last one, loneliness carved by the chisel of forgetfulness into the stone of my heart, Blockin......

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...fRaGmEnTs landed HERE in time for the twilight of life …where percussive villains perform on a global stage as glowing slime slithers through one mendacious midpoint at a time ......

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...He wears fatigues and carries a high powered gun On his head a wide brimmed hat to protect from the sun Trophies he's after gives him such a big thrill Then poses on Facebook showing off hi......

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...I could close my eyes and pretend alternative facts exist but I won't perhaps I am too old or set in my ways to comprehend the nonsensical ecobabble that denigrates global warming as a ......

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...THE FATE OF FUTURE A romp of childhood, descending my steep driveway, to the bus. My urgent path lit dimly, filled with compacted snow, shoveled with steel blades. I wearing a woolen coat, alw......

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...Love had no part in my life as a kid, If it did then it kept itself well hid. For years and years I longed for it to show, If there was a God , He must have said no. Then through all my army days......

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...When I say: I will fight to the death for you, it means I will spew flames at those who dare lift a hand and bruise your soul. I will grind down to ash the person that ever makes you feel smal......

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...In cold words of spite, shoot me down, Let hate grind down the heart to dust The dust to fuel the icy frown, But frowns can smile when truth they trust. I’m caught in the bitter cross-fire, Bullets ......

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...Life is so cold; Whispered words like teeth, That grind down on bits of soul Do not want to know what tomorrow will hold No more tomorrows to add to yesterdays Stop the movement, Muffle the voi......

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