Ingrate Poems - Poems about Ingrate

I feel so sad to be a child of my home It sounds ungrateful when moaning on a throne but I reallly am trapped in a heaven I don't belong I can' t control it. sadness floods but I missed the ark I am struggling to breath even where the air is so clean I...

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The pains I feel in my heart The pains I feel in my bone marrows strikes me everyday I spent a lot of time, energy money and passion on you But all you paid me with was regrets, hate and evil I invested a lot in you I gave you all I could You were never grateful One day I met you on the street I...

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He barks at her with words as sharp is a fine razor yet she continues all about as if it never phase her Supper was cold my bed unmade coffee much too strong no matter what she did for him it was always wrong She darn his socks washed his clothes and ironed his finest shirts and he would strut...

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Work from home, for all I care May I do the same, if that's fair? The new order demands connectivity The old required face to face objectivity Efficiency, I seek to communicate Don't ever pontificate I am in a deep state A state of knowing your unbelieving fate I am at risk of losing faith in Him alone Becoming of the ingrates, a clone This...

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ghastly gluttony one of seven deadly sins with appalling good reasons total self disrespect abusing one's own body that wonderful mechanism no remorse no thought millions starving and dying balancing haves and have nots Submitted on October 22, 2018 for contest ONE OF THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS sponsored by EDWARD IBEH - RANKED 1ST...

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give till it bleeds and it still won't be enough posted on August 30, 2018...

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An ugly contraption, but you didn’t mind ; a temporary solution of the permanent kind. It served you well in those hard years when you were most unwell, when you needed utility more than beauty, economies more than luxury, and loyalty more than the flattery of perfumed orators. But now that the barren desert has been...

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“SOUL INGRAIT” Look where you have ended up. A place so filthy and lonely; us to dissever. Converse to interrupt Mutated to plastic; so fake, so phony, When will enough be enough? Unrecognizable, no cognition Insensible & dishonor, needing to comprehend How you are; truly desolate and lost. I abdicate on reaching what once was you....

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pretty flower blooms hungry humming bird plunges... leaves without thank you...

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