Manages Poems - Poems about Manages

...routine is my nemesis schedule is my enemy I like to change directions in mid flight being wildly free appeals to me I do not like to be caught in time restrictions or webs I enjoy journeying ......

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...She takes what isn't hers like a burglar. Her spouse wed his lover. She shut her eyes and once more she lost him to that *witch*. She views him as all-powerful. Finally! She wears his rin......

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... What is this ridiculous obsession ~ perhaps a case of simple vanity? There's so much more to life than warped arrogant narcicism. I'm obviously more than these pesky extra pounds around m......

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...World knows the seven deadly sins- lust,gluttony,greed,sloth,wrath,envy,pride. A woman basic need to understood and being heard is more deadly a sin which burn the mind and heart to ashes. Eve......

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...O it's only my precious Lord and Savior, who is really able, To freely and fully deliver yours very truly, From all of my habitual sins and all too persistent, Inequities. O how far have I fallen ......

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...Lively little lucky Lucy Lulu Manages milk cows who cannot moo Noting Nor a Nebraska Gnu Overseeing the ornery ocean blue Providing pike for little Lucy Lulu......

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... She placed her dreams in starshine's bright design where she believed the galaxy would guard them from incidents and accidents that might shard them. She trusted stars to lifelong harmoniz......

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...My mother's hands are dove wings, gently caressing my cheek, "My beautiful girl," she whispers, and her words peel off me like dead skin, How dare she love this shell, this body that bears the burd......

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...Her parents, distant as ever, don’t notice. They’re caught up in their own lives, their own struggles, their own disconnection. They don’t ask about her health anymore; they don’t wonder if she’s o......

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...Have you ever wondered what poets hide in their minds, where universes of words and unspoken dreams lie? Look closely, but carefully, lest you become the beast that slowly, slowly splits their sku......

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...To be clear... I’m not asking you to love this. I’m asking for you to meet me where the words land hard— where syllables ignite like the last coin burning a hole into your palm— ......

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...I haven’t always dreaded the approach of night; I’d loved it, in fact, for its mysterious ways And how the darkness would seem to swallow the light That manages still to shine its dazzling rays, ......

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...She was hated on By many people Who didn't understand where she was coming from She got called stupid due to the way she talks Nobody would give her a chance To show she was much more than the w......

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...I wish I’d known the man I used to be For in no way does he resemble me At least not now as time has had its sway To mold him in his day like softened clay The flash of time may bid him “lend a......

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... The weary ploughman shuffles along the deserted bridle path, his day-long work completed, furrows wound around his piece of land, just arable enough to provide his daily bread. His dreary sh......

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