Roguery Poems - Poems about Roguery

...I thought, like a net unknotted, puzzles would be solved. With the question, 'Who am I? What's the purpose of my life? I was wrong. Like the palbeu, no one knew where knots revolved. Each question......Read the rest...

...8 If a wasted life is now the journey With a path perilous and wide. The prevailing observation be... One should have a guide. With a soul of sound and fury And your misanthropy clearly kno......Read the rest...

...Monkey is monkey Childish in its old manner knows to imitate Dust is dust though it glitters, it's not gold After thousands washing coal remains in black By born wicked till death practices ro......Read the rest...

...What is to become of me? I feel the warmth of your pulse As my blood turns cold and I Slip the bonds of this Earthly life Where both pride and ridicule Followed me home like a lost Puppy. I h......Read the rest...

...Embarking upon another vigilant journey, as ever searching these Sinuous corridores in sublime: a maxim's inverted souvenir; effusions Waterfalls be wisdom to contest this, their mortuaries enigmas......Read the rest...

...Embarking upon another vigilant journey, as ever searching these Sinuous corridores in sublime; a maxims inverted souvenir; effusions Waterfalls of wisdom to contest this, their mortuaries enig......Read the rest...

...Embarking upon another vigilant journey, as ever searching these Sinuous corridores in sublime; a maxims inverted souvenir; effusions Waterfalls of wisdom to contest this, their mortuaries enig......Read the rest...

...Contortions beloved china doll ballets; fallacies repertoire?! Sublime, embarking upon another vigilant mnemonic journey As ever searching these sinuous theatres jigzaw corridores to well find ......Read the rest...

...Oft' I wonder what my cat Simba thinks behind that baleful stare. Is he planning roguery or just building castles in the air? Perhaps he's reviewing strategies for catching a bird to devour. Here'......Read the rest...

...Curled in the womb, a dreamless summer night Hark the coming of a baby snow-white Eternal beauty and grace, a cuddly delight Twinkle in her eye, there is never any respite Nimbly she walks on, ro......Read the rest...