Perturbs Poems - Poems about Perturbs

...There is so much pain in the pleasure beyond measures…I need some kind of considerate cures… I’m so coldhearted sometimes with my comments of plenty But it not always feel uncomfortable and stres......

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...Her day is passed in sweet insouciance, my own debilitated by this pain: I lack all satisfaction: no disdain is motivating her. No piercing glance, no hurtful word, contemptuous, askance, pertur......

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... Damaging winds whip and slash, whirling wild, drenching rain, Roads decimated come to standstill, as gushing floods reign, Inundating swollen terrains, roiling deluge of a tenebrous day, As tree......

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...Rhythms of pulses echo in souls, augmenting tenor of love song, Reminiscing in sanctuary of life, together they shared for long; Yet, memories sadly clamor aloud, since the day she’s been gone, Of......

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...A treasure of water surrounded by the mountains, Is where my jolly grandpa resides, Sea green water embellishes enchanting fountains, And, the ducks swim around water slides. The surreal vision......

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...Heart, be still. Your restlessness perturbs the tranquil seas. Why beat that tumultuous rhythm? Why reel under this conquering pain? Why mourn the unbearable loss? Why weep when pierced with arr......

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...Fun writing forms - a fascination. Some might end in assassination; others, invectives, wild gyrations. Voila! perfection… titillations! ---------- A Droigneach is an Irish quatrain with a b......

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...Though I posted the following poem (B)efore (C)ovid, a sense of glee donned my being the notion arose to trumpet anew said literary handily crafted endeavor. Not far from here – Perkiomen V......

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...You come to me in the still of the night, I’m awakened by your presence beside, You come and bring inspiration and light, These you give to me and make them reside, They come in an amiable serene......

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...How shall I count the time? Shall it be days? Night’s hopes die yearning, restless for the next. A measure of this sort, if one obeys, Leads short and certain to a crossroad vexed. Or shall I c......

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...“I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed” (Sonnet XLI) by Edna St. Vincent Millay I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by your propinquity to find......

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...I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room. The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces. This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator. But I’ve g......

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...If music be the food of love, play on Claim the streets of London be filled, and its revelry be still, Purged the households, and bay at their homes window sills, Let tender labyr......

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...We lost a friend…he made his own life end…we had no time to prepare News…hard to receive…harder to believe…that left us in despair. Death disturbs me, it perturbs me, how it slashes like a knife ......

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...Two hundred forty two (12.1 score) years ago countless stripling soldiers strapping farming homeboys healthy agrarian lads raised among generations in summer re: offspring original settlers ......

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