Outnumbers Poems - Poems about Outnumbers

...My whole life I knew a man who hates everything. Who had a distaste about anything, Even the do-nothings and do-somethings said to anyone, Because he hates everyone, So this tale of hate has a......

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...One Or two Maybe three Or perhaps, four Five is pushing it It’s surely never six And seven would be insane On eight my chin would hit the floor But nine is just eight with enhancement......

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...They never say one word when they can say ten, they cannot have a thought without saying it then; this world we live in, I, the loner, decry. They see someone listen, and then think that the......

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...Take me down the lonesome path where the dark wind blows A deathly silence grasping takes control I'll lead you past the dreaded masks of those who came and lost the game Where shadows beckon p......

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...Cover-ups, deceit and lies with every word spoken Donald and Hilary all morals continually broken. What is it with the times no honest politician can we find. They slip and slide just outside t......

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...If you could see past the beauty you'd see the bruises she refuses to show, nobody can know he's abusive because she thinks if she loses him she'll lose her identity. If you could see past the sarca......

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...Hold onto useless effort, so revile that anger can endanger, why then smile it is this brief insurgence we are vile and to ourselves most guilty in compile! The working wonder of concepts worth......

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...Hour ago raised the morning sun The eastern army outnumbers the hussars fifteen to one The battle has began Hussar horses with thousand thundering hooves begun their run Eastern army cannons an......

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...I cry until my entrails are laid out before me. I watch the vultures, My insecurities feast on my nerve ridden stomach. I’ve repeated the cycle for many days. My love forever stains This sea o......

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...My love, annihilation of consign that thee, in aptitude, would frown on mine. While adaptation vaguely draws the line, that narrow thrust so vandalizing time. Lean softly, thee contingent natu......

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