Husk Poems - Poems about Husk

Elon Musk rid himself of tusks and husks millions in bank thank dank stank Hank ...

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Death has drained my life of joy; my heart is an empty husk. I cannot muster a single smile from the many I've stored in memory; to come to my aid in my time of grief. An emptiness has replaced the love I've lost there is no describing my pain, words fail to capture how I am feeling. A part of me is...

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Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold. Just a short distance around the corner.  We never believed we ought to grow old. Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold. With haunting souls through agony and gold Time spent, memories formed, air of scorner. Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold. Just a short distance around the corner. Written: March 1st, 2023...

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I tag them incidents With no strict precedents: A Hater-of-Elephant-Admirer-of-Tusk A Critic-of-Perfume-User-of-Musk: An Attacker-of-Night-Walks-Lover-of Dusk A Consumer of Corn Teaser of Husk An Enemy of Flour Friend of Rusk … Also, who nightly tasks handle But never bothered to near a candle And A Class of Eaters of Mutton, For more asking by touching their shirt button....

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Over breakfast of tea, cheese and rusk, I mused on the great guy, Elon Musk. Faced with shoddy service We shout, losing our bliss And forget before day turns to dusk. He’d buy the bad service Lose none of precious peace, Not in core, truth today lies in husk. ____________________________________ Happenings (Tongue-in-cheek) |08.04.2022| Poet’s note: How great is it to be Elon Musk,...

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I hear people saying my life is full of dusk But my heart says I am a husk I have always been thrown out But I know I am meant to sprout I might be the different one Who can't pass through the strain But it doesn't cost me any pain Rather just a few stains And worry not about them Because they are...

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forgot how to smile can't feel the sun each second hated more than the one before pressed too hard deep is despair hopeless used to be fun so far from the beguns all my givens up tears are crying for themselves passed numb so long ago please let me go there is nothing else inside stopped life hurt needs to be felt pain needs a receptor but all inside is broke please...

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100% Natural psyllium husk delivered solid ecstasy As of late - I could not but barely move mine whole body felt analogous to sluggish mollusk frequent constipation found yours truly doubled over in gastrointestinal agony as if elephant or red (livid with rage) bull thrust his tusk into lower abdominal area dawn to dusk ah...voila... hence subsequently I tout blessed natural laxative the magic of...

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"Husk" 3 decades sucked out the marrow Swallowed yesterdays Spits out a Queen from the crumbling Tower Ten of swords High Priestess Tarot Husk arisen Papillon Lefevre will be killed and bitten Princess supersedes Queen to conquer Life Through 'true' Love this is written So mote it be To Queen G, Che Guevara freedom given (LadyLabyrinth/2019) gvlm/llb ““Hard things are put in our way, not to stop...

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   When darkness     falls just after dusk, Beware the h  O  ll  O  w, hungry Husk.                 He lurks in          shadows without flesh And thirsts a body     which to thresh.                 His shadowed,              ...

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We now dwell on different planes Yet still I hear your voice. Our parting, it was riven Neither made the choice. A dark shadow claimed you I raged and burned inside, Why were we forsaken Oceans, have I cried. Bereft, what am I to do Heartbroken, I'm alone. Where do I go from...

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Glimpses of the remnants… Like brief reflections in a window: the haunting image a revelation; a sudden chill in your reality Those eyes staring back are not your own. Cold truth veiled beyond stained glass eyes: You have journeyed over a wasteland, all purpose now but a mirage. By instinct you steadily crawled forth until oblivion inevitably consumed you. You are but the shadow that...

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empty cave save for three corn husk dolls tide takes one 4-7-13...

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Husk of a Horsefly It's the last day of September as I carefully toe the husk of a horsefly out of my office onto bright tiles Stella will buff to a sheen while I am at home surveying my supper. But now I have time to sit at my desk till it's time for my train. I can lean back in my chair and listen to the day drone near...

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Empty nothing unseen person what good will come, empty, nothing, hull. Gave up too much, unseen, person; husk....

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