Hang Poems - Poems about Hang

GI Joe, with his muscles so tight, Tried to parachute down in the night. His 'chute got all tangled, His landing was mangled, "Yo, Cobra!" he yelled, "That ain't right!" ©bfa031625 ...

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Does your world hang low? Does your humour ebb and flow? Do you feel like you’re a flop And you’re drowning down below? Are your moods like running water Won’t stay stable when they oughta? Does your world – hang – low? Is your life a drag? Do you feel like a rag? Does it seem as though you’re flound’ring Through impenetrable slag? Is the whole...

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A bat cries differently, ...

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Time is always long as I sing this ten-minute song. It goes on and on-feeling good all along. These days are always long. During them everything goes wrong- still I sing this song called time is always long. Time is always long. Time is always long. In time, I can and will be strong. Be strong now-why does time have to be...

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COUPLET After a couple of Tequila Sunrise so I swap my drink that'll keep open my eyes so I had a glass of Kahlua and cream that's a blunder as I fell into a dream INNER RHYME I awoke that felt like a cape of good dope morning sun I think of myself as undone but what finds me amiss is what all...

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Let’s hang upon a star my friend And travel upon roads that have no end For today I peered upon your face and reclaimed forgotten dreams Then whitewashed memories of earthly chaotic scenes ...

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When unspoken words hang over silence, they keep a face from flashing smiles: all that's beautiful turns sad and dull! Some of us never speak or whisper them sweetly; so uncertain they are weak: no, speak them and be dilly! Tons of words were said to me, most of them grabbed my attention; I revered them without pretension, they're carved inside to outlast eternity! When unspoken words hang over silence, free...

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Where’er you may be let be, said Loulie Who cannot control her flatulency Wherever she roams She plays her air drone Allowing foul odours to flow freely. Loulie’s mother is three times a lady Though her lovely daughter drives her crazy She put up a tent With all good intent To keep her home as fresh as a daisy. Young Loulie was quite frightfully...

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I remember when I first came here…. How can I get on page one and have my picture there? And now, after a number of years, I think I was looney. I mean who was I trying to impress? And do you know what? I have no answer. I still have pages printed when I was number three commenter? There’s no...

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A day at the cliffs, dancing with wind shifts. There’s nothing like this, a day of pure bliss. Safety must come first, to avoid the hearse. Helmet for your head, harness or you’re dead With glider in hand, it’s time to leave land. You need to run swift, to catch the wind’s lift. You’ll fly like a bird; few sounds will...

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I don't give a Damn Religion can go Hang Confusion is all that I See. All I Understand Is I'm just a Man And that hate is my Enemy. I believe in Love And our lord Above My conscience in my Guide. I'm just a man who Cares I'll always do my Share And not just go along for the Ride. I don't try to...

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Trying to figure out where I went wrong And why must I face this world all alone There was a time I felt I belong There was a time I had a home Now the inner child is all grown Just a lonely old man wonders along Trying to remember where I belong Trying to remember the way back home ...

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Will the sky topple inward or the hills heap upwards it I do not make these symbols upon a snow-white field? Will a poet turn to stone before my eyes or will a jackdaw caw pointlessly into a gale? And now the thin thread thickens becomes a full gutted snake laying across a dusty road or is it a rope knotted and curling as obtuse as any imponderable...

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Below the gray blah canopy Suffering from bad attitude and seasonal psychosis The human race sprints No finish line required and Everyone wins gold Music blaring Bikini tops daring Exposed guts not caring Rooftop gogo dancer staring At me Ok, maybe that's vice versa Its a poolside, post-graduate MTV Spring Break Some of us much more "post" than others The glaze and haze of Vegas Sprawling in the manner built...

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Flying on an easterly wind Over Atlantic waters, ever thinned A village comes back into view Eerily draped in a season anew Hanging now with purple wisteria Not accusations, not hysteria, Is old Salem town, lush and green Beyond, a cemetery lies, a reverent scene Dark houses, by cherry blossoms framed Brighten a place once so shamed, By masking her greatest tragedy With pink...

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