Mawkish Poems - Poems about Mawkish

...Mawkish could crack into pieces, pieces that easily draw blood; Blood that was never set on fire, fire was not made for the mawkish; Mawkish heart in a glass bottle, bottle that was ......

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...The wordsmith’s art is a game of chance, Where meanings dance and ideas trance. A deft hand wields the pen with grace A subtle symphony, a nimble chase. From arcane whispers, and secrets told, ......

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... Like an avian roosting when his cawing has spilled, I mourn in grief as this shadowed night grows cold Crushed and grieving from promises unfulfilled Sorrow burgeons my heart, in bitterness ......

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... I sit with sullen memories, alone on an amber shore. A balmy breeze ruffles my hair as I recall a night of wildling winds that took you away, my love. It violently ripped us apart......

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...Carve into the birch trees, pollen breeze my air to breathe. One more cough and one more sneeze until it’s over. Tissue paper mottled with blood and yellow-green mucus, tearing and dissolving f......

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...I was crushed and miserable from love unfulfilled Like a mourning dove whose blood had been spilled I cried in deep lament as shadowed night grew cold Sorrow burgeoned my heart with miseries......

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...When the wind shifts to the south, When the leaves wither and die, I begin upon my path again. Once again. When the air begins to bite, When the skies are beryl-blue, My mind begi......

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...I’m learning a lot, dating Peter. For instance, I have a whole new awareness of how clueless older Americans, like people in their mid-twenties, are about things in the modern world. I think Peter......

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...I. Ode the thrill of a tango curled in clutches sleek Elegance, a prerequisite Add on a spun euphoria Nimble is a turgid swoon! Arms conduct to the aria New skin, feels no tocsin It's......

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...Like a mourning dove, my lament is spilled I cry in grief as shadowed night grows cold Spirit crushed from love's promise, unfulfilled Burdensome sorrows in my heart unfold Succ......

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...A bird sings.. mawkish Sings and dances smooth She... by doing so has naturally forgotten her world. Soars high upwards aims to touch moon but sadly can't.. falls back in nest the bird ......

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...Close your eyes ‘Close your eyes…..’ That mawkish haunting tune But there is something wise In it which I’ll see soon I’ll close my eyes And so will end That visual cacophony Which I hope ......

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...Enverated by the history; man's Credulity, his weakness; Give upon yesterdays, cause It will hurt, day's risibleness... Time is a fulsome mate, let go Of her mawkish cast; Hope is all but th......

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...I don't need mawkish photographs to see the drowning rowboat tethered to the dock, a withered seahorse clinging to debris as umber water seeps through feeble caulk. The cord grass will have gro......

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...In times oft-forgotten great freight trains rolled through. Each boxcar was tagged in a swashbuckling hue, Flamboyantly hawking some stale, mawkish view. Now all that remains is the desolate track......

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