Reduced Poems - Poems about Reduced

I, am bounded by emotions But I refuse to be reduced. Inside of me they revolve The combination, Let me mention. How much they cause confusion. When fear connects with anger I swear, I am here in the background Filled with frustration. Drowned in a pool of emotions, In the battleground. It feels like intestines are pulled out, Frowned. Ohh! How much I love you I did not know...

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Loxodonta reduced There are no big elephants anymore near where I live you might have one or two on the savannah, but the new modern elephants are much smaller nature made them smaller to avoid the big white hunter the overly masculine type who has mistresses concealed but not too hidden, because if no one knows why bother? The smaller elephant...

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Ted simply got self reduced; Shown by Evidence produced. His rash claims had been induced, Jane having had him seduced And the Quite False Ted adduced After, he was introduced. God, please, shame Jane and Constance Now that Ted needs assistance And is damned Weak Resistance. Owner of the good is red His sweat: now Jane's Daily Bread "Just how could you Mister Ted Another treat like...

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The Number they provided They later just reduced And it was, yes, deduced That they were not seduced But that it was induced: Ascending price of wheat, Eagles trying to beat Five Thousand Leaves a day To one thousand gives way. Now workers to just sack; Their names to fill a sack!...

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to boil and to stew is a fine way to view, all the shedding skin she holds up to show, that she is changing yes - rearranging, as does a leopard no - no - NO!...

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My life is far from perfect, But it seems a better fit, Now I try less to perfect, And don't feel the need to throw a fit. With only two to goals to perfect, I am less likely to flit, Insearch of perfect, If all my energy is not used to flit. Self-improvement will not make me perfect, But it may make...

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Pick me up Pull me around Once again Drop me on the ground Aches with pain The only true pleasure Riding on her back To bury this treasure Pearls and daimonds Left as grains of sand Now she fits In the palm of your hand Addicted and left wanting more, She stays But only to seek his true core She digs and digs To find no bottom Her hands now scarred From how...

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Pure Rubble Permanently Reduced With dynamite bricks had been induced; To pure rubble permanently reduced Hardly believed what I saw in each eye; All became dust floating into the sky; In the end, a nightmare was produced. Jim Horn Now will have to read next two limericks....

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Now that I am in my sixties, I look back on my life like the Sinatra song. I was working and busy until a few years ago, but then I fell, and everything went wrong. When I was in my fifties, I was in the start of a new career. It wasn't what I wanted to do, but at that point, it...

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Melt away the sorrows and the corrupted lies and flee with me into Joyous Island where you and I will flow with the blessed breeze – we’ll be happy-go-lucky birds, floating in the current of the aqua-blue sky Daydreamer…darling dream weaver….never bid your farewells to your high spirits – you will be drenched in sunlit glee...

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