Predicable Poems - Poems about Predicable

...Easy to entrance the sycophants watch their helpless dance their back and forth swaying and swooning, in cunnilingual somniloquence. Droning and drooling with flattering and fawning, turgently swell......

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...He starts with the natural order of things, thinks wash bedsheets, been pushing chores aside - that's just natural. Done with saccharine, from now on teaspoonful of honey at least until ......

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...The van idles: inside its cage she hops like a starling from dashboard to counter. Lady seer, shuffling the motley, the significant and trivia. revealing now, the stamped and foreseeable. ......

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...I am the wind, The roar of my soul fills your head, I am a whirl wind that blows through the cracks in your heart, I am a restless first breeze of Spring, That ripples over grass and skin, I am......

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...I am water, I flow single mindedly in search of the sea, I am a fast moving torrent of rage, As I rumble over the shallow rapids, I am a slow and lazy pool of the darkest, still depths, I hover ......

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...I Am Wind I am the wind, The roar of my soul fills your head, I am a whirl wind that blows through the cracks in your heart, I am a restless first breeze of Spring, That ripples over grass and ......

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...(alternately titled “How art thou dear reader?”) (Inexplicably triggers domino effect and doth indirect lee send favorable ripples vibrantly unchecked.) vagaries of an uncertain tod......

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...A broken promise, demoralized man who is incapable of being true, A thoughtless coward, oblivious clown, this is what I think of you, A woeful chicken, a runaway guy is how you're now portrayed, A......

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...It’s as predicable as the sun rising and setting The words of weapons passing by my tongue Perhaps its what I see in myself Mirrored from my past childhood of discontentment Although I’ve alway......

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...From around the corner a saddened face From generations passed It's left, it's trace Why was this a way of life? now came poor rearing, tearing and strife Words were made to be weapons And......

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