Intemperate Poems - Poems about Intemperate

... I, Malchus, am not remembered for anything that I did. Rather, I am remembered for what was done to me. Not agreeable to many, but I was doing my job. In so doing, I was attacked viciously......

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...Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. —William Shakespeare Cupid Knocks War waged with red ribbons and lights of white. The lights pure, expansive, deep and wide; an......

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...Rich man’s blue A problem when a person meets someone seriously, they lose their logical sense when the rich person speaks to them or smile They are ready to agree that the person says is th......

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...When losing your parents you are homeless alone in a stark world Regrets linger intemperate Words of youth Drowned in the haze of time ......

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...No storm as unpredictable as she who leaves annihilation where she walks; no telling what intemperate mood she’s in – a maelstrom that conceals a sultry beauty. No effort to be fashioned as we li......

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...Your sweet breaths and perfumes provoke so, have I found love in this drift of circumstance? DO you love me? If so, pray, swear it on the tireless sea, whose thrashing cold, intemperate waters w......

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...I went down to watch the ocean this morning - well, Long Island Sound anyway. My last chance for a while, classes start tomorrow. I wonder sometimes how I can be refreshed by that gray, drizzly, mela......

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...“You wound, like Parthians, while you fly, and kill with a retreating eye.” Samuel Butler DODGING PARTHIAN SHOTS (WHILE STALKING GOLIATH AND TRENCH) By ELZBIETA BIENGA Edited by ELSI TRESÉD......

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... Storm is fierce but I elect To wend my way towards the beach Clad in foul weather gear I suspect 'twill be a push to reach. Down a path, that's far too long Hampered by intemperate......

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...Traveler Without Rucksack By Sy Roth Aloneness, the traveler without rucksack Beats the miles into your feet A bare necessity for the nomad For there are morns and sinking suns to see In the ......

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...Dreams in the Bunk By Sy Roth An aching tired eats away, Slurping at his soul Yearning wakefulness from the darkness. He heaved. Sigh in a soft world of crimson-waving flowers Dancing a......

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...he just meant to go for a pit stop of water fell off the wagon and drowned once again on the road to futile self-imposed slaughter conflict full blown addiction and endless pain once a ......

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...Though torrents of blinding snow fall furious though storms spit lightning cracks limbs shreds my cloaks diminishes me reckon this I endure I fight I prevail My stoic resolve undau......

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...From my Blog: Of Byron, Keats And Shelley, A Few Words (1.) Of Byron And A Visit I Once Had Alas! Youth and its joy away has flown I wake at the break of day with a groan the smooth mirro......

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...Have been accused that the splendor of love has my praise, constant change and its stimulation for the awaken days. The longing, the calm, the touch and its astonishment, illimitable desires, its ......

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