Outworn Poems - Poems about Outworn

... The Irish band was playing on a Vermont Green People brought their outdoor chairs, it was a charming scene I got carried away, tried to sing along But from the looks on the faces, I'd done them ......

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...The core explosion is due September in the sky! A supernova T Coronea Boralis to lite the skies of earth. The remeant of a once larger star. Once in a lifetime event. A red Giant anda white dwarf.......

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...Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism Psyche wracked with agony impossible mission to extricate lovely bones they wanna remain permanently abed. I chiefly function to amass knowled......

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...She can touch me, reach in with an inward and knowing finger, stir my senses, entice, until I know for sure that the dead and the living, are timeless. When her love steals my mind away '2......

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...I had just spoken with John! To meet the bastard I’d sworn, My planned time 5:00am dawn, Over his fertile grass lawn He had had to treat with scorn, Contented with being a con… “You listen t......

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...This wreath is in your eidetic memory, yet you should live. Can you receive my lament, which is almost to happen? There is no garland as I plummet, rattled by the sieve. Died with you,......

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...Time's flowing tributary; the future changes the past. Our burial cortege concludes its course at the graveyard. Falling leaves collapse, crafting new fates; feel the weight of dust. S......

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...Steam and smoke trains, dont fume anymore,lying like dead corpses or spare parts of what once was called the golden age;; If they would fume, it would only be a plaintive sigh, about their desolate ......

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..."Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made me stronger." ~Constance La France. I think I am going out of s......

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...Frightened to take two Her soul was clenched in the hand's of evil, A strident deafening scream reverberating in her mind, Searching for where she's broken the most, Trying to collect shatter......

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...A parody of Wordsworth's "The World Is Too Much with Us,” which appears under the parody The mall is too much with us, spring and fall. Getting and spending, we lay waste eac......

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...We have sprinted on our paws from silver fields into the ashen corridors of Office-Max How early we set our alarms, how grown up, who don the coats of men, despite the heat, who drive on four w......

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...So at the nook of the broadway alley Stood there was an old defaced stall With an outdated dark outworn wall Coverd with the fetching portrayals of Scotland valley At the upfront shelf was a yo......

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...O Muses! What is genius? Is it born? Or is it taught? Why do some possess it, and some do not? These questions are outworn! As riddle over which to obsess, it matters only that genius......

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...Nail on the wall Picture to fall Spider in crawl Omen to stall Side along side Image in stride Time not defied Somebody lied Web on the spin Calling the sin ......

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