Junks Poems - Poems about Junks

... S-miles A-lways L-et L-onely Y-ears S-tay A-way, N-ever T-o O-ffer S-orrow ©bfa051525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Sally S. Santos) ......

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...What a joyous encounter this year has been! We are almost bidding it goodbye But If I say it was only the smoothest it's a lie We've lost some along the way, You have suffered along the way, You......

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...Junks acting superior When dem and em niggas Be doing their things; we don't envy, jealous, attack Don't take without You were not given Was our awareness Not taking forcefully our educ......

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...I'm not a traditional poet As you may think Wole Soyinka Who writes in form and pattern I'm only a man of romantics Who love to paint words and polish lines Until they become flower verses T......

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...SETTLED ? Settled now what we are here. Let's give our life our last shot. Desires appear and disappear, sometimes fulfilled but sometimes not. Spread ha......

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...A journalist jokes not with jotter, His news - hunting hours makes shorter, To the task devotion much truer And to the penned down stick, though fewer Journalist should trust news - filled jotte......

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...From old and new squabbles sprouts! After some side boundary rules flouts: Its own list of blood-freezing deaths submitting; A number that would send the humane vomiting. From time to time shar......

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...A life that you own yourself not Of brutality and torture Of head and heart work Of hunger and thunder A life bitter than bitterness. #HABAR OFFSPRING of love divine, Humanity! To who, his ......

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...(dedicated to mother India) The garbage collection van hasn't arrive. Two hefty black plastic bags, last night's flea blown rubbish, Waiting to be discarded, I wait. It's almost ten, the garbag......

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...A surprise move by the Nordic King He orders his men to kill Huffle-Winks They are big-headed junks hollering mouthfuls Blood they need of Princess Umberta. 'Take them into confidence' the dra......

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...Mother told a story yesterday of how poets die in black penury she said I won't be a pretty poet as my dreams dance on my ink "Poets are mirror of deceit and pain craving beyond the debris of ......

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...Tis of a truth about Africa, An idea seducing my ear at the eventide: He's a dwarf Bearing a gigantic burden, Dazed by weariness, Betrothed to heaviness. Diverse folks standing beyond the m......

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..."Misconception has loan the world into probation" 1)My mother is the same, So is my father the same: Tall,shapy and all of that, Graced with natural arts. The lazy chick are lazy still, Insec......

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...My worms first bit me, And I was hungry: the demand for food levitated. As the hand agreed with the protest. Then my teeth willingly greeted everything that came to his way: Junks,Creams,App......

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.......seeped in my marrow and flesh Can't help thinking about those days When you seeped in my marrow Those lovely hurts even in my flesh: You innocently arrived with lovely trends feeding ......

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