Implores Poems - Poems about Implores

...I shall rest a time while the sun catches her breath as i laze under the shade of the willow tree, where withered bones beds down and majestic roots rise from below her inviting grave, bea......

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...A man's existence is a weighty mantle, worn with a strength that belies the toll. His heart: a labyrinth of calculations— a maze of endless thought, where love is the goal. His eyes, two lanter......

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...Salt a gin and tonic, It’s too dry. Assault my temple with sin, Be honest, You like the rye. Look me in my honest eye, Conversations with myself are the fondest, Because no one understan......

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...My ear to the asphalt My nose in the wind My mind on tomorrow Escaping my sins The road bends before me It twists and it turns Where truth waits forbidden And love stays unearned......

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...When driving in Colorado or Nevada, where twilight crimson rays on canyons burn, into ancient layers of blood red strata - on crooked roads, don't take the wrong turn. They say, in these part......

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...Violently thrashing and jerking and pulling It implores me to act Desperate to stay alive in it's final hour Reminding me of our pact It pleads, it begs, It cries to me All the while concealin......

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... In a forest dim with paths untold, "The Road Not Taken" did unfold. Robert Frost, with gentle prose, Asked which path a traveler chose. William Henley's "Invictus" pride, In darkness, streng......

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... gosh, look at the time! he's gotta go immediately! wherever he's headed punctuality is a must, he can't just go yet... his mind in utter disarray, repeatedly screaming... "where'......

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... Emotional Burdens Set Sail on Dark Waters Lagoon Adrift, Under the Soft Light of the Waxing Crescent Moon Subtle the Reflection, the Tapered Lunar Gently Glistened Dark and Murky Ethereal Wate......

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...There is a quick-witted woman I know with three names; her silhouette is a mystery; she's had multiple fragile frames. Many have tried and failed to tame her rather long mane, but honestly, they w......

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...The trails of fog like cold entrails that wind and slither through the copse which shiver at the touch and sops. A chance at vision clearly fails. Each jutting rock: a sentinel. A greying head......

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...In a village, where hearts entwine, A girl's potential starts to shine. The community's embrace, so warm, Nurturing her, safe from harm. With gentle words, and a loving hand, They guide her st......

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...The Whisper of Wind In rustling leaves and howling gales, The wind speaks in a thousand tales. Each breeze, a dialect of air, Indexing seasons, here and there. The Song of Birds Sparrow's c......

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...Sam wears earplugs because his wife snores. "Please see a doctor" he often implores. "I think you have apnea and I'd really be happier if this is something you do not ignore!"......

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...You’ll be a man tomorrow, child, yes, If you respect animals and pristine nature, If you don’t kill elephants for ivory, If you don’t kill the whales for soap, You’ll be a man if you can stop t......

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