Inconsiderable Poems - Poems about Inconsiderable

...I didn't do nothing I didn't do enough I was after fact; I was feeling inadequate; I felt like I didn't have a chance to help you out; I was deficient, faulty felt incompetent ; ......

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...deep in the solace of mind beyond, the realm assigned an outer reach of body, of kind she drew me in to a inconsiderable space that i didn't even know could evolve or exist the time was r......

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...Teacher: Let’s write a poem. Kids start to fidget, tongues stuck in cheeks, bums wriggle on seats. Teacher has lost interest; she doesn’t really care. Our scribbles will distract us for a wh......

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...I listen to the Leftists I listen to the Rightists They are not among the brightest. The Leftists want a $15 minimum wage, a guaranteed job For every wage-earner in the US, be he gentleman or......

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...Those rarer men I once fondly knew... Many dead now... What remains of them they are so Few. Am I to die when numbered Amongst the......

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...She stood motionless in ragged habiliments, her raven filaments were cruddy and matted, she was charismatic, but not alluring, she was inconsiderable ,quite scanty, her humble abode was t......

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...I can tell you about the elongated nights. The pain and agony endured to the soul. The hammer of reality that aims to chisel at my pride until it resembles a statue of anguish and defeat. The wa......

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...One looks behind him, To a distant vanished time. To relive what is done, From way back in the prime. One was happy then, And now so miserable. We live in the haunted past, Wasting ......

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...There I go again.... Having another thought. Another idea that you did not give me. I should be empty...ready for you to fill with your reflections. I should be vacant. My own intellections are i......

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...At night the city is full of bones And they Are very dry Beneath the trample of urban feet They are ground But to live, these dry bones Must drink words Sad nervous me, I stammer Agains......

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