Root Out Poems - Poems about Root Out

...Picking imprints from everywhere, Let all the woods your footprint bear, Take off, nag at no rutted tract, What if some rickety ways stare. Throw to winds every needless care, Let no head wind......

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... While there is still time close your eyes and listen... Even the silent have something to say. While there is still time go to the ceiling, root out the forgotten boxes full of hidden memori......

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...I lie and think..? And think then dream..On how it will end? What will be the scenes? The die is cast..' So many now Know.! Many more will soon, and that will show.' Will they Lose some more.? Do ......

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...I am Africa, the cradle of mankind, Where ancient footprints in the sands of time entwined, The birthplace of humanity, divinely designed, In my esteemed valleys, where life first aligned. I am......

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...And now, finally, the curtain is falling on Palestine and there will be no Palestinians left to set free, erased from history. March of history at its cruelest, a grand tragedy foretold, by the mi......

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...Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania circa early 1970'S (just in time for end of summer reading... recounting emotionally disastrous campy turbulence) intended food for thought indulgence. A boys' life ab......

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...In the neurotic's body, madness dances A helpless victim ensnared in devil's bottle It appears to be a spell caused by an ugly devil But they say it's a curse of some shattered soul But how could......

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...now i know the details of the creatures who walked around the Earth department I always acted with them in this movie until the projectile I sent split the base of the pavement and the shards mar......

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...This is America, and she is complicated. ......

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...I search for lines, in vain, days, evening, night. Stippled heads are moving along a morning rail station, and Poetry sleeps at a stale corner without cover in this city-winter. An institution, wi......

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...For years she had slowly slid from well cared for home to musky boxes and rugs. Sitting in a chair, watching old movies, pretending the devastation around her had not occurred. Her senses dead......

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...Let us make the life colourful piercing the gloom of heart and soul so's turn into bright disrupting the sprees of bigotry ; stopping fight which acts as sharp knife. By spreading the morality of......

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...Crossing The Swamp The enemy within, if unchallenged, Will destroy the country to achieve power. Singing and composing to deceive the innocent, Spinning narratives to suit their agenda. ......

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...Growing As I catch Light As rays dissolve my fright As my soul dares the mighty height As I lend a heart and root out a spite ......

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...(just in time for summer reading... recounting emotionally disastrous campy turbulence) Amidst a raft of fellow (Brandywine Valley Y.M.C.A) resident campers who, didst excitedly quive......

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