Habitual Poems - Poems about Habitual

We worship the Sun that’s wielding fire, be still let the dandelions bloom; Release the last of the bitter frost allow a smile to return to your eyes; Be still let the dandelions bloom, it may take some time to grant wishes; Allow a smile to return to your eyes, all of winter you have not felt free; It may take some...

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Ever present, sometimes languished, Almost gone, then reestablished. This is why, defences high! To your offer, no reply......

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Exorcize restraint Disrespect in the bedroom Habitual sin...

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Again you repeated the blunder, Oh! My dear habitual offender. Don't think much and ponder, Avoid to stay in such thunder. Days turns into remainder, But failed to recognize the sender. The lost fragrance of the lavender, Remember him, he was a mender. He used to be an absolute defender, Fierce approach and said no...

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might have to sever but instead did endeavor things bright and clever when we would have sawed continually clawed and clawed found things which were flawed what God always meant was all our sins to prevent obtain His consent when immunity is in a community will have unity what were premises of a well known nemesis exists at Christmas trump true figure head down the path we have been lead away hope...

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Habitual Spiritual Exponential Haiku lived in an old shack God please bring my mother back her love i do lack in garden would toil was ruined and I did spoil should see my poor soil must get off kiester so can enjoy Easter do from year to year God made me mature that always can be a cure always knew for sure God priest did appoint so people he...

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Idle hands Twiddling thumbs Taking an unpredicted walk through the Devil’s playground Fallen Angels with flames still scorching their wings are tying off at nearby picnic table Swings hang low and empty Where future class valedictorians used to sit Now they sit in the darkness where the Angels cry The vacant basketball court is littered with torn “I’m sorry” letters, used needles,...

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Trump's Lying Has Been Habitual His lying has been hysterical and habitual, And never stops goes on and is perpetual; All around, Very profound; Would become part of a Republican ritual. Jim Horn...

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Habitual Ritual Trump's horrible habit was habitual, And is now becoming a daily ritual; We did behoove; Come to prove, Being idiot can be considered as intentional. Jim Horn...

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Selectively forgetful, That's what my mother says - When I'm called to do some work, I escape in funny ways. I'm running short of time now But I'll tell you all I can Of all my weird excuses, Perhaps the worst made by man. ''Can't hear you!'' I'll just say, ''Cause the fan is way too loud''. And then I'll hear the footfall Like a crashing...

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