Recoverable Poems - Poems about Recoverable

...The hand crank sounds about right There's a them, with a master plan But how much variance is there? A rotation becoming monotonous Until there's no hand in sight Those with feet fixed to the wi......Read the rest...

...My dearest, possessing a divine pedigree, You strive for impeccable integrity. You shun evil to achieve absolute incorruptibility, Wherein you will find total tranquility. I watch as you aim......Read the rest...

...Written: September 08, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ In the realm of truth and its design Let us embark on a quest to refine, To explore the tr......Read the rest...

... Finding Time VS Making Time Written: by Miracle Man December 2, 2020 Time, once spent, is a non recoverable item, it’s like retrieving words spoken in haste. We lack power to recove......Read the rest...

...Land of lost time... dark isolation Unobserved recuperation Not recoverable worry Nonrecordable story Unused daily recreation User only designation Wasted, postponed, cancellation Collected ......Read the rest...

...OOOniversal oo Frightened tepid antisocial ant was football training avidly but failing to attend a fragrant tailor army. Oh dear. That was sure to be put forward to the sacred sanction ship and t......Read the rest...

...After all these years, is this poetry? Words written down on paper, sketched with ink and pen, inching along a blank page, exerting feeling and emotion, sadness, laughter, tears and......Read the rest...

...Multiplayer. that Model carries on the particular newsletter regarding works of fiction specialized in the particular Superstar Battles operation. Following your Strength regarding durability, amount......Read the rest...

...In my young years I knew nothing of The unloved or unlovable. I'd like to live those tender years again, But they are not recoverable. My mother dad and brothers Held me close with tender care......Read the rest...

...I was planning on going to Azania to die like you No one would transport me Away from the rhetoric, and Fidel left before I knew. So I wrote on walls Endless missives of declarations for freedom. I ......Read the rest...