Morass Poems - Poems about Morass

Leave the tangle behind you. This is the theory I omitted. Quite a while back. Dwelling in a secluded retreat. I choose a dilemma. Many years ago. Shielded from hazards. This is the reason I used it. Almost always. However, a scare was issued. We dreaded the virus. Frequently. No way, no how. Not in this case. Not right now. Written: Sunday 03, 2022...

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Trail Of Morass The mind dreams, the blood streams, the body screams within a flash, emotions crash ...

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Hearts burning with desire Minds awash with dreams and aspirations Eyes wishing from normal life to retire Ears primed to hear inspirational orations Delivered at a pacey rate To a receptive audience Minds desperate To get with mischief in silence So loud it brings down the roof Where a motley of minds gathers Seeking tangible proof In matter that bothers Youths in search of identity Lost...

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MORASS OF POOP lucid crudity, profoundly abusive, mostly nudity, but for some crass morass of poop. the dam’s jammed with ***********, jelly-like googly eyes, a real mr. potato head. i scream, someone change mr. wonderful’s diapers! upon exclaiming this topic, excrement of cussing, like diarrhea deserts the hell hole. something clean, like angel’s wings, with diaper pins and all W ...

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As we see of a day unforgettable Of a great betrayal, As we were mired in a misadventure We saw the mirthless smiles of that great betrayal We, the givers of great positions Through the mire our names were dragged. Like a minx they were to us, But we are minions who do as told Our wrinkled smiles were like that of a...

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I sit, forming kisses on memories, striking them from time, as it whispers away. Recollecting venomous verbs cast to empty shadows Eradicating the spiel. Adjectives of annihilation, blitzing barren minds, reflected, returned in silent echoes. Notches gouged into the family tree, tearing sons from fathers, mothers from daughters ‘till desolation offers comfort, disconsolately. Tears, oil my fluency. Chagrin deliverance to captured celluloid puppets, hypnotized by neon stars. Concrete...

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