Ill Natured Poems - Poems about Ill Natured

...Music especially sacred music feels round Not such clear lines prescribing desecrating marches needing to move somewhere noting something speaking against someone in StraightWhite privilege......

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...As my legs grow into trunks and my arms into branches, the leaves of my leavings fall and sprout seeds among the grasses. Spreading my roots through the mud, bringing myself a sort of immortality, ......

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...Sweet Soul Sister 'Pon summer's day in a sunny city in America native-born is she, sweet sister of mine Soulful big eyes so kind An angelic face and cheeks of fuchsia Rose the name should......

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...Dreading another Friday's arrival Selfish pride begins to rear its not so pretty head That fiercely familiar response engulfs me Stirring pent-up emotions Festering unhealed hurts Reawakening fo......

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...A pain I bear within my heart Which only music can impart. Unspoken it melts down the bone And it burns the tongue if I moan; Yet I complain once again. The happy old days of my youth The ill......

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...Oh! This eternal, infernal lockdown I want to strike out, in ill-natured rebellion, but all I can do is grip at shapeless hope. I’m free to dream, of course, and I dream my fill - I’ve become ......

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...The Company was set and all were prepared for a journey that was true cause for alarm. But their spirits were high and as much as they dared still hoped to rescue the poor Tailor from harm......

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...Call forth the war Call forth a cunning shroud of aptitude Bring down the damnation Extinguishing the virtuous spender Thy father of darkness, brightness Let me call forth the dawn of a new era ......

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...To what eyes may be wandering, and whichever ears; pressed on wooden walls to grasp little hushes, may be present. I would but casually invite, as to remove the tension. Which may or may not have bee......

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...My dear friend, the fallen leaves were calling you. My dear friend, the leaves were falling in a whimsical woman’s mind. My dear friend, for the night falls the wind begins to rise, and pass......

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...keep my pace, stupid as others are, horizons belong for us not other than, steal my heart whenever opprotunity presents a kick to the chest. just like you did shameless ill natured proving yoursel......

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...Thar was nae richt ae laddie sair wha heft a cave 'side Galloway, wi' nae jaiken he griftit dare as he was nae tae lippen tae. Ill-naitur'd fishwife he haud in wi', the twa 'greed tae gang the'gith......

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