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Perishing Poems - Poems about Perishing


Modern Perishing Daughters
Now young ladies arrive at the meeting, Now wearing clothes that are quite exposing bodily parts, Now the chairman before he can tell them the agenda, Now he is looking at them astonishing and he makes them sit down, Now he is telling them something they might never forget in their lives, Now that he is looking at them ,straight...

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Categories: perishing, beauty, creation, education,
Form: Carpe Diem
Perishing Flowers
Understanding is like blossoming of flowers Misunderstandings of course perishing...

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Categories: perishing, flower,
Form: Free verse



Day To Leave
Came dancing my doomsday With the dark specks contort my head shook to dare- pour the corrosion on spot my life dealt below the belt- Over the matrimonial surprise Made confused dwindled head, that came to seal my pact with the signature of doom My lover's attach remnant- On the align with malignant ages; I lay subconscious in dormant- And cuddled my angels, If not for me my...

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Categories: perishing, angst, care, conflict, depression,
Form: Free verse
Perishing Thought
I've wanted so much, So many things that I can't even contain, Even the mere concept of desire, Is enough to keep me in infinite daydream, I can stare out from above at dusk, So high but not far enough to see the matter itself form, And I'll look down not in fear, But to question the fall, For if I dive off...

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Categories: perishing, death, life,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member A Perishing Soul
A Perishing Soul Warrior fell with desperate woe pride wounded or innocent hurt missed the play but never the show Warrior fell with desperate woe dying quickly he does not know prayers offered but so very curt Warrior fell with desperate woe pride wounded or innocent hurt 08/10/2014 Zeugma/Triolet contest entry.....

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Categories: perishing, conflict, creation, life, vanity,
Form: Triolet



Perpetual Perishing
Whenever I sit in the rain and see streetlights light the pavement and puddles, the snow piles from last week creep to the drains, as if to wait for next year in hibernation, I think about what's guarenteed tomorrow, and I laugh at history's repetition 'First tragedy, then farce.' And I feel the unrelenting sun from the summer relent as I exhale....

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Categories: perishing, allegory, angst, death,
Form: Free verse

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