No(A) Poems - Poems about No(A)

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She is a hobo, they said, shrinking back in horror. Maybe it’s my mismatched clothes, my moldy socks. The fact that I no longer bathe or brush my teeth. I am delighted by their eagerness to flee This is what I had always wanted But never had. No one ran toward me to tell their life story No one rushed over to...

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Does not your lips wish mine Does not your soul need me Your voice softens my mind Intriguing my thoughts Wishing for your desire Hoping for your love to find mine Doth this love frighten you Doth this love require hope like mine Doth this love need to find me Check and look you will see My love trying to find you Love me like I...

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In my younger years, I used to be... so energetic. Oh, I had stamina for days! But that was then, this is now. Let me enjoy old age in peace, son I'm in no mood for exercise these days I want to relax in my comfy rocking chair, smoke my Cuban cigar, and feed the pigeons. That's my idea...

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This is my Homophone contest submission Ewe No A Lyre their once was a man with a bore who worked down at the local bizarre the bore eight corn colonels four lunch and blew genes whir awl the man war owe the bore eight serial two from a plait unlike me oar ewe we wood knead a...

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they care so be ware hwlp you shine you don't need a dime kept this in mind when you have the same blame NO A FRIEND...

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Your smile haunting me still Pulling me towards you against my will Your eyes follow me always Studying me in the passage of days Your lips tempting me to sin I can't let you win Your voice echoing in my head From every morning rise to night fall- from and into bed Your laughter resonating through me Just leave me, I scream, Leave me...

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Walking down that cold dark path Adding my footsteps Dividing the dirt path into two Multiplying the times I been screwed over And subtracting the love Which is a very heartless math Yet time and time again I am left with this equation In the beginning our hearts are tender Our hearts are week and fragile We are like a broken white dove That’s why...

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