Mouldering Poems - Poems about Mouldering

...copper burns across an endless sky competing caws claim salt, surf and sand sailing high above slowly sagging carcasses long forgotten at the edge of the world buckled rails swim over a s......

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...Sickly sickly treacle trickley seeps on, mouldering down the crock. Stickily sticky it steadily, trickily keeps on for many a round of the clock. I wonder I wonder if I would turn green Should......

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...Time's admirer hijacks sections Rips strings of delicious from fattest flesh Imbibes fibres provided sublimely Licks fingers with shameless relish Nature's passenger adequately dazzled Rides......

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...This burden, that you place upon my back, grows heavier with time's passing, pressing hand. My strength is stretched; my faith fails on the rack of knowing that, in spite of all, like sand es......

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...She loves me she loves me not... Just my luck that when juiced a lad din grammar school, aye own every rhyme and reason tubby mad every friggin time boyhood fingers plucked petals off flowered......

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...(no matter extreme global warming more dire, then cursing me smoldering infernal languishing spitfire.) Shade did adolescent facade drifts asunder asper...a major emotional b......

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...When I look on my life that's now half-spent, I sigh the loss of youth that's forever past, wishing myself better Fortune's consent, love, friends, and wealth with naught to lose or wast......

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...Our newest entrant, our newest nation, forged in fiery code Bubbled like red hot lava from a net of connected phones. This nascent nation, transcending any boundary road, Passing ports of entry in......

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...Do not vainly look in those remote Places, That, once, were acquainted with a Small part of me; Here I roamed beneath congestion's Of tumultuous cloud; ......

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...Those rarer men I once fondly knew... Many dead now... What remains of them they are so Few. Am I to die when numbered Amongst the......

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...what a calm sea hides into the deepest indigo air airwaves have settled all that remains is a fringe of tide the tree holds, forever on the eighteenth day of every second month an invit......

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..."To die.To sleep?Perchance to dream?" There is but one we will know If immortality is in life's scheme. If mortality is the only show Then will our bodies turn to dust Mouldering in slow decay ......

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...There he lay, mouldering, We thought him buried well. But there he was, unearthed. Again, struck by a shell. It was though they killed him twice, Oh how the devil played. We buried him but a ......

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...The old house stands still. Rot has set in. A flying termite caught in the webs of a dead spider, sway to the shrill of a ceiling fan. All things sway. Dreams rise and suffocate in the mouldering......

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...Why should I want the holy moment of birth,when it will be finished with mouldering? Why should I like the developement and cultivation,when the result is utter devestation. Why should I be happy......

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