Rips Poems - Poems about Rips

... "Holey all over, seen better days, worn out and threadbare, can't mend its ways, with drink spills and food stains, rips, rents and tears, not worth keeping, a sad state of affairs, ......

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...Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die—quote by Carrie Fisher You must pick one or the other time has passed Warning signs have stopped tipped......

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... she smells the body of her mate the small hole in its pelt is a dark halo of blood she opens her mouth wide and shivers invisible death is here and everywhere the boy who shot the ......

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..."My dear fairy, for whom do you wait, that time patina green your copper hair so it may match that door?” Though I knew, t’was you, dear friend, for upon your stoop she perched, Arms a-droop so qu......

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...He speaks in soft, remembered tones, From London flats with aching bones. An Eelam Tamil, far from home, Yet never truly all alone. Love is away from him, But believes his love will get rid of h......

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... OVERCOMING THE STORM Into the storm I must venture, knowing that any attempt to flee only prolongs the ravages. Like any storm, it is relentless and destructive, just as a well-organized group......

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...The man in front of me is a broken one, and my fingers are drowning in dripping glue, in cement, in something meant to hold things To hold him To hold myself and others together. Yet he binds......

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...It's not sadness that haunts me. Sadness has shape. Sadness has weight. Sadness weeps and wails and rips the air apart- It moves. Sadness is a storm. You can feel it crash through your c......

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... God Absconded – Holy Saturday The morning of that blood flow day As Christ was dragged across the way, Beaten, scourged, purple mockery, Crown of thorns, tempting apothecary, Force walk thro......

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...He always dreams big on just about everything He has been doing this since he was a child And sometimes his imagination runs wild. He likes to pull things apart and appear in the dark and when ......

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...Cold days don't feel bad when you are around Open hearts were lost, but now they're found. Sunshine glistens up high. I love looking into your pretty blue skies. Time gets slower the more we talk......

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...The Lep, has washed hands of St. Pat’s, does lean and fiddles in space, against tree, routine. The pot at the end of sun, was found a bit late; one won. Lep’s blind to the coot who handles gold-g......

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...In warmth I lay, the hearth aglow the winter winds do softly blow and with the moon’s pale silver light I sink into the arms of silent night. the blankets soft the room so still a peaceful hush ......

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...The cavern breathes. Its walls slick with time, with damp, with secrets. It has seen centuries of footsteps, but tonight, it watches. Above, the sky stretches wide— galaxies shifting, burning,......

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... This brutal March wind that bellows and bullies tearing through trees, and assaulting roofs as it pounds against my window’s glass and rips away expectations of long awaited spring Ev......

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