Reproach Poems - Poems about Reproach

...This poet has most incorrectly checked The little box which indicates "insect." This poem, I therefore flatly reject. I sharply reproach the writer. A spider, never an insect, was. I say......Read the rest...

...Growing my hair down below my knees... stimulated courtesy follicles, where Coconut, Olive, Grapeseed, Jojoba, Amla and Vitamin E oils allowed, enabled, and provided head start germinating pe......Read the rest...

...Sometimes I fall, and it seems easier just to fall than to climb back up. Because when I fall, I feel free. I feel as though I can fly, but I can't. I simply fall so fast and hard that everythi......Read the rest...

... April 6 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 8-11 Key Verse – 2Samuel 8:6 … And the LORD preserved David whithersoever he went. PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO PRESERVE......Read the rest...

... I'm not in competition with anyone I have no wish to play the game I am just trying to be better Than the person I was yesterday If I can accomplish that goal My life has ......Read the rest...

...These are modern English translations of the "Xenia" epigrams written in collaboration by the German poets Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Friedrich Schiller, plus an elegy Goethe wrote for Schiller........Read the rest...

...Finally my blood began to coagulate a graceful gel, gently thickened, so – whatever I might feel, the settling of the wound, has begun… in sensitive silences, the shadows echo the fear, felt b......Read the rest...

...Beneath the blanket of dreams, impenetrable nights, you have reason to cry, Our bastions of hope are now but ruins and deserted streets, The walls of the heart that seemed fortresses stand ready to......Read the rest...

...Beneath the azure sky, I yearn for a divine wine of love, To taste it and ascend, intoxicated by the infinity of moments too brief, A sweet-bitter inebriation, spinning through veins like a thread ......Read the rest...

... Hate is the souvenir from lips, who echo darkness, words like swords, piercing into soft flesh, hearts breaking beneath the weapon’s sickening crack, words erasing the hope of ......Read the rest...

... the frozen soil crumbled falling into my eyes and horrified mouth as I gripped the sodden roots on the rim of the pit my strength waning, (and my will) … at the bottom of the hole, a wooden ca......Read the rest...

...Desertion is a way o' death That language of darkness loop the babe of Seth Sparked within confines o' wood Coffins of Being misunderstood Expression became a way of breath Solemnly consumed ......Read the rest...

... If my eyes are butterflies that only find solace on your face If my hands are turtle doves that are always seeking the warmth of your chest If for you I have changed my guilty ways if I wait ......Read the rest...

... INTROSPECTION In last phase, as life approaches death, off and on contemplation engrosses me surpassing all activities and feelings. Eternal question of meani......Read the rest...

...Dear God, on this Reformation Day, I pray for a reformation in America. The founders of our nation, acknowledged you as Creator, God, and trusted you to preserve and, prosper the nation they est......Read the rest...