Grinding Poems - Poems about Grinding

South West monsoon strengthens on month July, It increases the speedy surface wind too, ...

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Subscribe to the lime And embrace the crime Fidgeting your moon Earth shall vanish soon...

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It so happen, The hungry whale in hearty amity, with an invisible scowl and a dreadful leer. Led him to the gallows. blackened by whorish adventurous traverse on many beds, with mascara concealed the treacherous venom of invading serpent, Delilah dressed in the garbs of Deborah, gives a Judas kiss to their prey, and at the other counting...

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she cracks a sweet he cracks a sweat tooth story...

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Have a look at those young souls. They seem to be haunted by the very spectre of tomorrow. The grinding poverty outside, Leaves them with no choice other than to toil and borrow. No precious possessions to call as their own, No food, no shoes, not even a safe shelter. The grinding poverty outside, Makes them least bothered about the absence of...

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1) When tongues are wagging, Eyes are sagging, Times are dragging, And life is nagging... Chorus: Look above, I say, look above, Look to God, And find love. 2) When some are scoffing, Some are laughing, Some are teasing, ...

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I often watched him tirelessly sifting Grains of native corn in a rusty mill- Those arms a kinetic flush, quicker than July’s heat, as if glazed limestone rubbed A wavy mane blown by summer’s tossed air : Perhaps, I have imagined him laboring- Muscular taut and bronzed by...

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Finally put down those bad habits Upset that apple cart Swore off all the things that I Swore I'd never start When you're out there playing young and dumb Thinking you can handle it That's when the devil comes along With a mighty grip Placing your feet to the fire Serving up last meals Grabbing...

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Finding Halt That Is Grinding To screaming halt Trump came to a grinding When hearing that agreement must be binding; After his body and brain he did further inspect Results seemed to have a spring board effect For years has been unwinding and unwinding. Jim Horn...

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The lane leading into the alley was lined with weeds False intentions masked by good deeds The end of the chosen route turned out to be dead Too many conversations for one man's head So he began snapping at friendly fingers From the corner he had backed himself in Lies falling from his mouth with every drop of the chin I bent...

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The coyote circles he always circles he shadows the path of our existence set by the pattern of wind blown seeds The old man sleeps while his children play by the fire He thinks he is still the slayer of enemies that are long gone The crow waits in a ragged nest for us to move on My old heart beats like this grinding stone it beats, it beats and it beats until...

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Cloaked in grinding whispers Such inhabitants feel Their way Gallop the day By thrusting, trusting Emblazoned minds Envious looks deflected As the clan stays on task The full-time preoccupation And execution of self-expression Daring risks trickling The vacant gutters Thirsty for adrenalin And a satisfying gulp Of shattered dreams Fashionable product Underserved and underappreciated By the sanctimonious angels Slinging hash in pits Adjacent to the realm of man Does thou hast remedies For secrets and manipulations Self-inflicted The...

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My soul feels the hard rub of life so relentless, this flinty grinding as I cram through narrow passages, crawling on my hands and knees towards the salvation of your touch...

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I turned the key, pressed the gas pedal. The motor belched the starter grated. “No. Not today! I can’t be late. I’m teaching the class. I have to be there!” Our three-year-old piped up from the back seat, “Try it again, Mom.” The motor coughed, caught, settled to a steady purr. My little two-cylinder Fiat, slow, but steady as she goes, took me everywhere. Again, from the back seat, “I knew it...

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If I could see into your mind I wonder of all the mischief I'd find I bet I'd see memories you'd like left behind or I'd see your rationale that was forced to resign By your ego and pride and lack of humility the parts of you that I hide when they start to appear in me I'd see the dreams...

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