Plebeians Poems - Poems about Plebeians

... Amazing, breathtaking, charismatic damsels ensnaring fierce, gallant heroes into jaded knights languishing malingerers, nincompoops, ostracized plebeians. Question rises surely then— Unde......

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...In a world where desires and reality intertwine like dreams on a summer night, I find myself caught in the waves of a melancholic and frivolous dance, where truth hides in shadows and lights, a gam......

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...The wall of russet brick, which, once resplendent, ever crumbles leaving gaps; a toothless grin slicing landscape. No longer the defendant between the plebeians and the crown within, the ancestra......

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...A Harlem hoodlum, (albeit respectable)... ready for night time in bedlam after swallowing me favorite dram, cuz reasonable rhyme resembles flimflam. Whiling away his time playing solitaire.........

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...We long for arms to hug us when nobody is willing to give up a minute of their invaluable time; a consoling embrace, a sympathetic look can bring much empathy to our tears and replace what other......

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...The streets fiercely stares Adding to my misery and fears. While the police brings the tears Shooting with the gun and their stares. In our world, things work in reverse Drifting slowly and ne......

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...A hoodlum, (albeit respectable) in bedlam whiling away his time playing solitaire... November second two thousand and twenty fast approaching the final countdown With less than twenty four, t......

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...No china cups, satins, silks or linen. Nothing extra, no gifts that have been given. The walls in the same solid blah colors. Something chosen for a dull head brother. Give me my couches stacks......

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...Children’s names are not common any more, Parents do not want their children to be plebeians. I cannot pronounce most of them. They are unique, like their child - gifted names, Created by enterpr......

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...Oh Freida who is fingering your shroud? I can hear you coming, crossing the old mansion’s tower and can see your dark braided hair with feathers, your perfume drifting past and settling on uncut......

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... The sun rests in its golden orb, shining bright dazzling the eyes Meadows green with dew drops fresh, the cattle lazing away cries The farmhands nap beneath the trees, the breeze c......

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...The sun rests in its golden orb, shining bright dazzling the eyes Meadows green with dew drops fresh, the cattle lazing away cries The farmhands nap beneath the trees, the breeze caress and dies......

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