Groaned Poems - Poems about Groaned

... I travelled hours, hours and hours. The rusty ornate gate groaned, a path hued green moaned to me, as the trees whispered and wept. Then, I stood at that cold grave, of my loved......

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...Great American Literature Our bookshelf groaned under the weight of American Literature, and my mother was principally a communist. An American Tragedy, I read at fourteen, and my fascination ......

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... I turned to look back, feeling anxious as I stood "by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find." Was there someone there watching me? The gate creaked shut, echoing the taint of guilt That ......

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...It began with a bargain on a winter night, When the cupboards were bare And hope sat idle in the corners. He came with frost on his collar, A gentleman adorned in a burgundy suit Polished al......

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...the field groaned when the seeds were p l a n ......

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... The teacher said, ‘Back in five minutes,’ before leaving the room His students groaned, ‘half an hour’ meant ‘soon’ The time crawled by, the class dwindled to one ......

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... the mountains groaned, repulsed by the distant grumble of thunder’s rough voice rising on the edges of the dark stirring the distant gaze of a still twilight flooded with shadows, hasty......

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... Bumble bee in search of rose to convey its love, although it was warned of thorns guarding rose. All advised , better to choose o......

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...A walk to the park  The crisp morning air There’s frost on the ground  A chill everywhere  Squirrels scurry about From here to there They notice me not I’m needn’t a care Sitting alone  ......

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... Inspired by the Onomatopoeia Contest (2024), sponsored by Emile Pinet. Mid-day invaded my spirits with blah. I sauntered the path to the coffee shop and heard my friends blab......

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...it began with a creak, low and hollow, as if the staircase exhaled a secret meant only for me. at first, i told myself it was nothing— just the old bones of the house shifting, just the wind ......

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...It was late at night, and everything was dead quiet. Only in the unruly city Did people create a riot. On the side, straw was scattered; A baby pika crawled in. His stomach rumbled; He w......

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... I be a common salty once no captain's bars, did bear yet blessed was I to venture where few a skipper dared from crow's nest high aloft I saw those br......

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...My room, the suite, seemed too small. I felt like I’d been in my room forever. I’d developed a scratchy sense of stuckness and a fresh, itchy awareness of dust particles floating in the stifling,......

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... The highlights of the Jersey Shore like a bone beach, they were no more along with the loved Ferris Wheel that kids looked forward to with zeal. The sounds of music, loud and clear ......

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