Mewling Poems - Poems about Mewling

...Darkness engulfed me I struggled to adjust to the shadows blinked when my vision brought to light— an empty room, rumpled sheets of an unmade bed a tear-stained pillow where I'd laid my head T......

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... Once a fierce warrior of the night, with battle scars gleaming under the moon's cold light, a feral feline, solitary and strong, a singular peculiarity where loneliness had lingered......

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...He soars above the heat, High above, sun’s right hand man, Watching the mewling amateurs underneath. His sight instills fear, Though too high to steal a glance, Where he navigates, his war cri......

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...IDENTITY I just want to be who I am, or even to know Living this modern life is like being in armour True freedom, now merely a fading memory Following the script like a long running drama But......

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...It was the best of tines; it was the worst of tines. It lay, distraught, in silence on the road. He came around the curve, saw it too late to swerve; the puncture caused his front tire to ......

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...Bearded like a snail jealous of his big manly voice Turning again with noses on spectacles We seek exits from the theater sans teeth sans eyes sans everything To die to fly ......

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...When the final sunset happens when the moon no longer shines when the castle moats are empty all anger will decline When the lunar sin is counted and death is in defeat all our dragons wil......

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...I frowned when I found my new pup was gone, so, I searched all around for my little foxhound, listening with profound intensity until dawn. I was gowned but changed; headed to the pound, ......

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...We sat at the Rehearsal Dinner for my Son and his beautiful bride-to-be. After the food and desserts and coffee, It came time to raise our glasses. We had already gone through the awkwardness O......

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...Once a cute little bedraggled stray who wore a tuxedo colored gray charmed his way into our home to stay. Regal, royal ruler of the floor howling, yowling, mewling, “Feed me more!” Escape arti......

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...This day takes off, refreshingly Drifting in umber humility Mewling riotously, in cheer While, reap colors squint near Shockingly in shades of pink clear Evening advances in bliss upon From ......

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...today is not a day for rumination cows are ruminants contemplating the subtleties of grass nor is it a diary where Whitmanesque observations are woven into truth this is just an exercise ......

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...Streets awash with mewling cats and surly swashbuckling pirates. Somber skies with swirling bats, and ghastly goblins chasing rats.......

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...Streets awash with mewling cats and surly swashbuckling pirates. Somber skies with swirling bats, and ghastly goblins chasing rats. Wicked witches’ evil glare, grisly ghouls' ghostly stare, t......

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...This day soars, refreshingly Floating in umber modesty Mewling boisterously, in jollity While, harvest colors blink Tragically in shades of pink Afternoon progresses in happiness From there......

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