Refunded Poems - Poems about Refunded

...I felt it – stirring, spontaneous repulsion, the darkness Recovering from the steel black holes Eyes intent on raping the soul Ravishing the vulnerable, Violating the hope, the wonder. He was......Read the rest...

...a youth that sees a being of height to be an idol, too innocent to realise the turbulence to come. with rebellion a foe is found, at heads over trivial things, spoken speech cannot be refund......Read the rest...

...Times have changed, And I still think of you. We are not the same - We never have been. Yet these thoughts trickle inside of me Pooling Towards the desire. Oh, how I miss the days of hea......Read the rest...

...DIARY NOTES : Mad-House Maths March 30th., 2018 - Another day sets in Paris The home-bound Octogenarian trundles from the Mall's town centre Back laden with the day's shopping His hands nu......Read the rest...

...Obnoxious arguments; I rant only My words, shard glass tearing souls No exception is there, my wrath equal upon all Though to you, are the wounds mendable. Excuse myself in rage, do I never A b......Read the rest...

...I wrote a sad but true urban legend called “Dillen and the DMV” last week. Here follows an update. Background Review: One of my health care employees, Dillen, has wicked ADD, borderline intell......Read the rest...

...TO: Department of Motor Vehicles Commissioner, Chief States Attorney FROM: Dillen Dye’s Employer 8/16/16 RE: Some apparent non-compliance with the Americans With Disabilities Act; common co......Read the rest...

...I've bought a brand new mabel fern, expansive, I can tell you, when I've learned just how it words I'll have a go and bell you. It's got five ponds of crudity which should last me a moth ......Read the rest...

...The Penny Arcade Back in the 1920's, Americans would go to entertainment spots around big cities like New York and Chicago, were you could go to have some fun, these places were run very cheap......Read the rest...

...Stolen pencil, this poets utensil. A tax refunded bit of loot. When I was younger, I wouldn't have given a hoot. Just how pathetic can one soul be? Can't even afford a sliver of a tree. Well i......Read the rest...

...Before life refunded my dreams My feet hurt, Grandma pressed her beads Full moon, spoke with light, let long hair speak Love together, spins forever, beautiful verse Twined all people, without......Read the rest...

...(This is a fictional poem) Last week I tried to get out of paying for a meal. But when it backfired, I became quite ill. I put a dead roach in the plate right after the waiter brought the food. ......Read the rest...