Moaners Poems - Poems about Moaners

...I have been encaged all my life for mans pleasure and fun, my precious life had sadly ended before it even begun. In human terms I have been enslaved so man could hear my song. Behind the bar......

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...Here sits the widow silent and pale, from the heart of darkness her sorrows hail. Mournful eyes, shattered thoughts, bloodless veins and soundless calls. With her broken heart her mind would plea......

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...We've become moaners, Grumpy and groaners, We talk lots of piffle We cough, and we sniffle. We mumble and grumble, We are not very humble Sighing and crying There's no denying We've become ap......

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...Kissing A brushing against one another Of two pairs of lips That some inner fire kindles In their owners Or simply their tongues Gives inter-locking chances. A contact quite in order Betwee......

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...ETERNAL SLUMBER I'm Serving Savory Sacrifices of Soulful Songs, Soundly Singing psalms so Sonorously: So-fa-mi-ra-do, Sweet Songs on my lips Staples, So far my radio Shook so many Tables Souls......

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...today we are living in a world of hate its a text, tweet & snap chat society burning holes through there cell phone no one gathers together & break bread what is going on inside their head its t......

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...The earth in Wiltshire is crying for rain... I hear the sky whispering rumours of rain Apparently there will be rivers again Worms for the blackbirds, toads in the mud Puddles on petals and fie......

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...The Shadow Realm Life has been light passes slowly within time Dreams of racing shadows within faint light Some sound off in sweetest songs so sublime Others terrorize jubilantly in the late ni......

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...Your honor I wish to state, with utmost rhapsody before the crescent azure, that my client is as white as a Lilly was it fare that he died, a tender soul twenty one phases of the harvest moon burie......

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...ENOUGH! Hark ye preachers of doom lovers of despair Enough about the blue rose! Enough I say enough! Enough about that harbinger of heartburn that flatulent bu......

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...circular entitlements / circulatory retirement i'm not kidding (yet) my sweetpreciousdarling pet, now sit & shut up. wince & shudder / shutters closed yet peepholed like a __sponge [drip.dr......

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