Load Poems - Poems about Load

Trying to keep up but the load keeps me sinking, everyday a new struggle arise, my strength fail to keep up, the demand so high, running out of breath, while on my knees trying to pray. Dismantling blows, from every direction, all aimed at fracturing my spirit, but still hope in the unknown, comforting my struggle....

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The cradle of three of the biggest faiths Rocked by the claim one agenda stakes Locked and loaded and ready for war With righteous blessings for terror and gore Sentiments civilities and landscapes pitted All of human decency finally outwitted ...

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Life is about learning to carry our load And weaving the threads of our path For, the world is so profound and broad And we can't build a glory out of wrath We must learn to be still and chill out For, in comfort, fairly well, we can think And to wipe all the shadows of...

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The unbearable burden of an empty life an unsustainable weight...

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There’s a feeling called the drifting force that makes you want to shift your course and find a better vector on boring study nights. They’re so many things a girl starts missing, like hugging, dancing and oh, yes kissing, when she lets a dry syllabus control her life. After several hours of intensive reading, your intuition is that what you’re needing, is something we’ll politely call ‘delights’. But you make the almost painful choice and...

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With His Six Shooter In Hand He Emptied Its Load In a whiskey glazed stupor his horse he shot Under blue-wailing moon his heart, a broken mess And then his emotions tossed in their sad lot Somewhere with lost hope, his failures he did confess But as image appears, her beautiful face smiles She, kind goddess that had stolen his lonely...

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An old man plods slowly down the rutted middle Of an ancient dusty country lane, unmindful of his steps. His calloused sandaled feet know the way, As he has trodden this path to market for decades, Or centuries perhaps, He no longer tries, or cares, to remember. Time has lost all meaning. Bowed beneath the heavy weight of years and toil, He wears...

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Hitch The Old Mule And Load The Harvest Cart Across the plains a bad ole murky mess Unites in its quivering tears apart And the bashful bride dares not that confess As she knows for sure it would break his heart Bloated bodies bend with such dusky chills And the ill cast weather leaves what it starts Grandpa cries, "Hon' bring me...

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Families have their own quirky sayings That tend to continue throughout generations Said for many emotions Or just in general conversation “What a load of Codswallop” “Or what a load of Cods” A saying in my family “Codswallop” not so odd! It means what a load of rubbish Though many of you may already know I’m writing a load of Cods right...

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I am beginning to reckon That to Miss Tracy I beckon I permit to my image ruin With the strength of the rains of June; In the end self-esteem erode And parts of my flesh corrode And Miss Tracy lavishly goad To balance on my shoulders load I should see its rubbishy content To delay not a vile intent… I’m now some cycle Tracy rode, For...

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Mistakes have been made in life unfixable most of the time hopefully learn from. Thoughts in your mind going over and over wondering what if I did this or what if I did that. Still I scream, cry I'm so so worthless . ...

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I am feeling bored, Like a toad. Can't stop being lazy, When I love to be clumsy. Guess I will just complete my work and reduce the load. 20/7/22...

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I wrote an Ode to the commode what a relief, what a load. John G. Lawless 5/10/2022...

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A self-learned means I follow Though I am not god Apollo; To those who approach me with ills, Of psychic nature those slow-kills... I talk less; make them to pour out, All in their hearts; that turn them lout; Within deepest oceans of pain, That they might soon true freedom gain... They go back optimism-lighted. I remain amply delighted. My work, though, visibly too small, Lightens...

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Hold on, a bit longer, the stars are calling your name. Each second, you are stronger, as you charge against the pain. The stars are calling your name, as you walk the shaking road. As you charge against the pain, as you carry heavy loads. As you walk the shaking road, miles are waving behind, as you carry heavy loads your...

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