Pessimistically Poems - Poems about Pessimistically

...I could sit around and bemoan our country’s woes Pessimistically wrestle with the problems we face, Convince myself that all is lost, in our death throes See only a lousy future for th......

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...This is what the spirits tell me about you: I see you have traveled far in search of answers to your many questions. You should take satisfaction in having attained an advanced state of enlightenment......

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...The millisecond you take to read this word this second this poem is my seconds my minutes my life's time for you. For you to spend a second a minute To ......

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...If infinity has no end, then where did it all begin? Opinions were given by... Theories pondered and the proof has been under Investigation by... The private eye that was named: “Able Answer.” T......

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...A whirlwind is a magnitude of flight. Wow. Worldy exact. To be exciting is to breathe into caverns. Oh how the external world is not that incredible. Here comes the pretty wasps in skirts. What a vie......

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...Don't weep fountains yet hold my hand and lean here please - Let your mind at ease Pessimistically, You frown upon my glee smiles Astonished, so hurt Don't reap what you sow Let me do th......

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...-3/7/14 and 5/2/14- The waves of the sea and the screeching of the seagulls Mix together like coffee and cream I feel like I’m livin’ a dream I walk barefoot on the warm, warm sand I don’t real......

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...And like that, the mind flashed on The light was slowly dulling and the darkness was winning Crushed into sooty shadows Thoughts spewed from the gloom Glowing so pessimistically dry As if by Hades th......

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...Are you familiar with the quote “Sometimes joy can be the source of your smile, and sometimes your smile is the source of your joy”? I am blessed with an infinitely optimistic, euphoric inner jo......

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...What makes a speech out of words, I have just washed the tombs of lords. Oh, what’s my knot? What’s my knot? You can judge the theme not. Words, trickle of the destructed thoughts Shaped in a......

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