Haltingly Poems - Poems about Haltingly

...The House on Lake Maggiore The house on Lake Maggiore was reality, a physical truth, my imagination became the artist. The day has become a deckchair, gently folding itself up as my walk le......

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... Each day in the lunch break he saw her, Across the quadrangle, sat on the wall. Her lunch box beside her, staring into space, And no one in that crowded space, Seemed to talk to her at all W......

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... The whole of my life is rather mundane, endured only until those few minutes gained; Yes, granted reprieve from this daily drudge, and allowed for the nonce, even if begrudged, to hold a f......

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... At my dear brother’s grave, I paid him my respects. It was a winter’s day. While standing there I glimpsed two deer not far away. At my dear brother’s grave, the doe drew a bit close, and ......

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...She sit's solemnly in the weed choked garden. Frightened so frightened. The colourless sky above, rain trickles down like a slow running waterfall. Hopeless so hopeless. She sits up slowly, t......

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...*last winter break* I woke up abruptly, my chest gripped and tight. My face felt hot but my arms stung as if frostbitten. I gasped for air that wouldn’t come, as if I had a plastic bag over my hea......

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.... She laid poised 'pon mine bedroll Eyne beaming lips displaying with sweet wide s......

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...Weak and tired I fall on rough cobbled stones. Blood oozed down my face across my cheekbones. My knees are bruised and pain spreads from my brain, The wooden bar hurt my back again. Man must l......

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...Stripped of the one Whose existence gave his life Its energy, shape and motivation There he sat with curtains drawn The flickering screen his sole companion Trying to blot out The monotonous th......

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...voices beckon to me from inside as distant lonely echoes sigh I hear their voices pleading telling me to step back from the precipice of my despair not wanting the end now and I......

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...It’s a five-hour round trip, What with the ferry, shuttle, a Twenty-minute walk, sometimes the bus, Just to see him for a couple of hours. Sometimes he’s not doing well Or is sleeping while I’......

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...“It’s a puzzle Pa here and here and there” Son’s stubby finger as indicated Yellow balls surround “I’m trapped in a maze” I exclaim, confused Start scratching my head and turning around “Oh ......

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...Tenebrae – The World’s Shadow A very old, odd man approaches me out of nowhere with his face contorted, fearful, and noticeably sad. A strange person truly he is with . . . deep-set wrinkles......

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...Oh, such captivating concupiscence ... I am lost to your thrall, your virtue's vassal You are the perfect impish angel - raw sensuality, incarnate You are hunger, insatiable and wry, and I y......

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... My sadness rises with the rooster robust call in the pre-dawn It’s haltingly reluctance seems to hang on to the morning mist drifting A stubborn departure exiting skyward feathe......

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