Impotent Poems - Poems about Impotent

sputtering poetry, the impotent poet tells me, she was “…puttering around Pittsburg.” potent poetry. perhaps, alluring alliteration potentially portends the winch to wind up this bucket of...

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I gaze at you taciturnly all of a sudden. Expecting to see the geniality eyes again with which makes me feel so warm. The day before we reunite in the endless journey, I will evermore cherish the memory of you. The reminiscence of the difficulties we had gone through together. That was faded away gradually. I just remember the laughter which was...

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I have to restrain myself, not to let you see me in tears. I pretend to ignore you. Try to stop thinking of you. Only blame myself that I have no title to love you. Looking at you, I am so helpless but. Just let you vanish into the galaxy. The heartbreak makes me breathless as I find no trace of...

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Something maybe happens. Something cannot let it happen. But, it happens in life always! And it is completely out of our expectations! All in all, it is just an interlude that has happened to us this time, this life! -------------------------------------------------- Life is such a very complicated matter. Just we are so impotent when things happen sometimes. There will be too many interludes happening in...

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We use words the best way we can To express everything But something's are beyond words And are impossible to define Like who and what we truly are And where we originate from Yet still we keep on searching For the words which really impossible to find Like what is creation, what is the source? Why am I hear? How should I steer my course? Where...

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Donkeys kicking walls—could never have a field day! Winner III, Monoku Contest, sponsored by SO, December 26, 2017....

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The Powerful commit obese crimes The Impotent commit anemic mistakes...

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Impotent Unable to fertilize Like flocks of Doves, on the wing, words of love, you want me to sing. To your heart, love you want me to bring, instead, all you receive – arrows that sting, for truth is my thing, that bell I must ring. There seems nothing more, not another thing I can do for me, or am able to do...

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Hell awaits the night of the eclipse Til the moon betrays the tides It tells the waves to rise and awake But tonight, the moon simply hides The stars watch the flames in torment As the smoke impedes their view The sea stays silent and helpless For the moon tells it not what to do Blinded by darkness, no saviour is found For the...

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Did she retire her love... cast into the shadows... this significant denial... her world of dreams... ...her world of desire... placed delicately into... the all unassuming state of involuntary convalescence... His world contrived of impure thoughts, lingers motionless... the chemical after thought... raised a warranted salute... She now succeeds through her art, and slips through the passages of consoled literature... Her inner spark demure... without confrontation... She will lead him back...

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