Inerasable Poems - Poems about Inerasable

...I am not an angel, I know; I am a frail being. Feeble, frangible, brittle, and breakable; self-fleeing Like a glass or like a bone china vessel, breakable Weakness has taken hold of me with streng......

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...I preserve all words as precious stones, in the inerasable throat of my affective memory... !......

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...Years go by and memories dim and fade Many, once so close and familiar are gone Most of them have faded into oblivion But those of whom one can never forget, stay on Oh, dear Appa (......

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...HURT FEELINGS SCARLET LETTER How am I suppose to be better When you wrote me this scarlet letter All those hurtful words you've said Every letter was capitalized in red Hurting feelings ......

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...I saw a look of hurt so primordial, the dust teared and cleared Every wrinkle, every agony, Every twinkle in his eye hopelessly wrought by words He struggled with a bag of old books, His white ha......

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...Character If ever I will reach my pension of all ages And leave the town, where I a teacher was, My heart will – if they pay my wages, Be stamped a lot, like in a pass. Even the yo......

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...For “EARTH HOUR” we pledged without words rearranging, Let us try and attempt to stop things from changing Am doing my bit as promised to myself and me, wrote a poem on “earth hour”, published it......

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...I am a book with a cover of glitter and gold an object of pure admiration a character that's bold a glamorous entity a star about to unfold, but you cant see through me and my story is untold......

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...It’s not my fault, he shouted that night when rain speared the ground like stinging arrows caged his bony figure with endless streaks and dragged the guilt from his bloody hands. I’m not to bl......

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...Memories pass me by Within blink of an eye Tears urge me to cry Breath holds as I say goodbye Thoughts fill my brain Face filled with tears stain Lips smile with ocean of pain Breath holds a......

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...As children with dreams of fighting for a cause, to be a part of a greater good they enter into the armed forces. Unknowing of the sources of real battle scars, they eagerly serve with pride, ho......

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...Nothing left to write, Something is just not right I wait inside a conscience state These words taunting me; Once again caught by their inerasable bait Searching for an external inspiration, O......

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