Rid Of Poems - Poems about Rid Of

...You have compose stories of old of how the universe came about; you have brainwashed the world with the existence of old and frivolous literature that your ancestors have written; they cannot be test......Read the rest...

...Loudly voices do not reach but roughly you never listened to any speech. So, if we would ever meet again, the street will me neat, so won't i. Even the tiptoes won't Hit the ground, nils'hoes will ......Read the rest...

... (7-5 foot) Rain washes the filth on streets away . It gets rid of the stink of decay I do say .The smell aft- er a rainy day smells for- rest fresh ,I relay Rain feeds the plants everyd......Read the rest...

... "Their World" Of course, there was no re-assurance from them that they would respond to the message I had sent. Morning had arrived. The day had commenced as any other, unravelling ......Read the rest...

...Newshoes My shoes were falling apart I couldn’t keep them anymore So I threw them away It felt weird without shoes But I only had to deal with it for a little while not long after my new sh......Read the rest...

... A Paradox of Juxtaposition Series of scattered suffused sufferings sprouting from shocks, stress and strain appearing off and on in agitated brain ......Read the rest...

...I saw you sitting there acting as if you don’t care, I saw you sitting there staring at them with strange eyes, and rehearsing a strange thought in your head wishing that the table would turn, and ev......Read the rest...

...To believe in love is to believe in faith. Love is a feeling that no words could ever say, and faith is believing in what is unseen. Both have their greatest strength in conquering. These forc......Read the rest...

...Where has it gone? I had it just... To grant me peace of mind. For as you see... it's up to me To keep the dregs in line. I felt naked in its absence... Unsure how to bear the cost. Beset wit......Read the rest...

...Thinking back, in daze and all glassy-eyed Remembering back when, when I was young Yesterday's afternoon, I nearly cried I guess my age now made me feel high strung That life field, I played......Read the rest...

...Demons To the demons that haunt me Do you every take a break Or is it a rotating door Turning up the heat Than shutting it off To the Demons that haunt me Why? Why do you insist of torturing ......Read the rest...

...I am an Apache brave, the preteen rat said. He had always wanted to be one, this critter, Ed. Why not a Wyandotte, an Osceola or a Sioux? This confused the rat, who did not know what to do. I g......Read the rest...

...Nasty flies are sickening as hell So, I brought some stuff to repel They dropped to the floor And was swept out the door But I couldn’t get rid of the smell ......Read the rest...

...How can you ever think that my attraction is an appropriate wink... that's a bit too unkind to reject me, stay behind and throw an arrow to wound me pitilessly: it's not the first time or las......Read the rest...

...NATO The secretary general of NATO is a Norwegian  and as most Norwegian's pro-American and probably selected for his fidelity He is a tall thin man, likes to run in the woods and has been o......Read the rest...