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Irresolution Poems - Poems about Irresolution


Irresolution
He hurries home late from the office and hesitates out on the lawn, the mists are swirling like her dress, the moon is frowning down. The music in her soft blue eyes, that hungry look upon her face makes him tremble like a teenager fumbling his first date. Hoping she's gotten home safely, beguiled by her lingering perfume, his wife and kids are sound asleep, he...

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Categories: irresolution, angst,
Form: Quatrain
Irresolution
He hurries home late from the office and hesitates out on the lawn, the mists are swirling like her dress, the moon is frowning down. The music in her soft blue eyes, that hungry look upon her face makes him tremble like a teenager fumbling his first date. Hoping she's gotten home safely, beguiled by her lingering perfume, his wife and kids are sound asleep, he...

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Categories: irresolution, lost love,
Form: Quatrain



Irresolution
He hurries home late from the office and hesitates out on the lawn, the mist is swirling like her dress, the moon is frowning down. The music in her soft blue eyes, that hungry look upon her face, he trembles like a teenager fumbling his first date. Hoping she's gotten home safely, beguiled by her lingering perfume, his wife and kids are sound asleep, he tiptoes...

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Categories: irresolution, angsthome, home,
Form: Quatrain
Irresolution
He hurries home late from the office and hesitates out on the lawn, the mists are swirling like her dress, the moon is frowning down. The music in her soft blue eyes, that hungry look upon her face makes him tremble like a teenager fumbling his first date. Hoping she's gotten home safely, beguiled by her lingering perfume, his wife and kids are sound asleep, he...

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Categories: irresolution, confusionhome, home,
Form: Quatrain
Irresolution
He hurries home late from the office and hesitates out on the lawn, the mists are swirling like her dress, the moon is frowning down. The music in her soft blue eyes, that hungry look upon her face makes him tremble like a teenager fumbling his first date. Hoping she's gotten home safely, beguiled by her lingering perfume, his wife and kids are sound asleep, he...

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Categories: irresolution, confusion, home, home,
Form: Verse




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