Maturer Poems - Poems about Maturer

...I tried to express myself like you, Your style, rhythm, sense Of pace and form, which floated From the page with every piece I read. It seemed your language was like A drug, that filled each ......

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...Red to Black Pink? Pinkish! The first flush of youth on the face at the gate. Who? Pat Bouwer. Then she’s ......

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...Your love for song is all over known, All fair boys lure you with the melody Of their ill-tuned harps, and tone Their ill-meant motives of the body With deceptive tunes that easily tempt. But ......

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...A friend cast to the land of a distinct Frigid base, she said... Lonesome embraced the yearn, mum likewise Forfeit the identity, stumbled to the pivot of stir A missed scraped of self-consciousness ......

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...i used to bee the T'keyah Thatt - Laughed at others whn they were hurt, cared only about myself, played entirely too muchh, thought i wus [above] othrs whn it came to my education, tried to be bestfr......

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