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Ransoms Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormFormCategories  
Premium Member Poem Easter Prayer Charlie Smith Sonnet Sonnet ransoms, easter, inspirational, prayer, religious,
Premium Member Poem A Soldiers Prayer Charlie Smith Rhyme Rhyme ransoms, inspiration, journey, prayer, spiritual,
Premium Member Poem Twas the Night Before a Miracle Donetta Harless Rhyme Rhyme ransoms, bible, birth, blessing, christmas,
As I write Terence Msuku Prose Poetry Prose Poetry ransoms, poetry, uplifting, write,
Premium Member Poem CONSIDER THEN Leon Enriquez Haiku Haiku ransoms, change,
SOUNDS OF THE GHETTO louis brown Rhyme Rhyme ransoms, hip hop, poetry, spoken
Premium Member Poem When I Was Fortysomething: 2000s Keith Trestrail Couplet Couplet ransoms, history, life,
Premium Member Poem HEART HEART HEART Leon Enriquez Alliteration Alliteration ransoms, allusion,
Premium Member Poem A Write A-101 Karen van Wyk Free verse Free verse ransoms, introspection, life,
THIRST OF PEACE Aamir Khatri Light Verse Light Verse ransoms, peacepeace, peace,

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Ransoms Poem Example

A Write A-101

I knew a wayward man; 
His eyes shadowed with defeat.
His sunken lips and hollow cheeks, 
mapping his journey.

He cannot reach, nor walk a step, 
his will has met it's match.
Lost to his own deceit, 
to liars and ransoms!

His life disguised by tainted thoughts, 
and to his world he let.
A barrower, a beggar, a thief,
he challenges for an allotted fee.
His knees buckle!  
His weighted heart!

A dirty dollar, a euro, a yen,
it fits the same in pockets of men.
The soles of his feet burn,
the scortched path before him, is churned.

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