Meagre Poems - Poems about Meagre

...In memories I can remember The gardener Whose love I cannot stop Despite her String cutting Through transferring A book domain And she leaves me Here wallowing alone And I say I would lo......

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...Am I a shy monkey?, No I am a primate, I have round, large ey......

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...Cold is the tittering of befitted feet Cold is the meagre meanders of falling fractals Cold is the twinge of bitter blues upon reeling retreats Cold is the roiling retch of frostbitten flesh Col......

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...A wet patch of wa-ter glints unusual! It was my ears that it re-flected, sand or dust or what-ever it wasn’t no more, got every-where; es-pecially bet-ween my grey hairs. It didn’t matt-e......

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...The House on Lake Maggiore The house on Lake Maggiore was reality, a physical truth, my imagination became the artist. The day has become a deckchair, gently folding itself up as my walk le......

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... Our land —hardship reigns supreme, Education —not key to a better dream, We tried to depend on our strength; But alas! The cost of living —a burden that weighs us down like a heavy chain. ......

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...Small guys or bigger, all have a mobile, E’en tattered beggars… all have a mobile. Social-media eager has a mobile, Be they big bloggers… all have a mobile. Even a gravedigger has a mobile, ......

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...This is the story of Ethel Slater An anarchistic agitator She met her end in feigned humility At a reinforced facility Ethel, no more golden hearted Let me tell you how that started And let ......

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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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... I pity the refugee’s road of flight, the children of the shanty and the gun who on all humanity are a blight - who die or live unto be an orphan. I pity the meagre, the forgotten wh......

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...I wish to bring your kind attention about a sadness, That is the real darkness below the bright day light, At dawn the factory buses have come like school buses, And picked up the ......

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...The Flower Seller Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails, She hop scotches a pirate on one leg, Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows, beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails; ......

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...Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust Cabinets, tables and chairs were old crust. No mercy was shown on this abandoned place No one dared to restore its bygone grace. At least that's what I s......

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...Sirens, alarm bells and unscheduled drills Intended to teach us emergency skills On land we might jump up and run for the trees But where does one run in these vast frigid seas It has to be sai......

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...The echo There is this echo, the echo of Satan inside of you, bellowing and seeking refuge, This thing is called suicide! the ghost of your own shadow pushing you towards self-homicide This t......

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