Roughen Poems - Poems about Roughen

...Get drunk oh bottle dance through the market Square Covering your shame with linens of lies a repulse and comic act While easing into the saucer Get drunk oh bottle beat ember of tired fla......

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...Thunder growls beneath fired sky Crackling its way down street wires As booms pound on our ceiling. Forceful winds roughen wheezed noise In a pitch quite deafening While we huddle toge......

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...What is a sand box? I'm getting confused A hydra of meanings that's much overused A Soviet missile that goes very fast A hollow shaped mold - hot metal to cast When building an arch to empty ......

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...My funeral cortege has reached its destination I see the serious visages of many, And sniffs from the hearts of my cherished few. My soul has a quick run through of my deeds Pride that I loved......

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...She wrote, Live with enduring trust and hope. Your angel will always light your way. I have lived and endured Absent of trust, a Love beyond me, As she has lived ......

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...Crackling like lightning the scent of rainy sundays and sweaty youth enters my lungs like undesired medication foot steps and introduction of generations and blood lines fills my head like crazy f......

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...Sun shines bright on the happy bride Walking slowly, on the arm of dad To the back door of the church Preparing for the grand entrance Waiting for the march of the organ All in white, seed alrea......

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...Optimistic Being alive is war We often pray not to die young Yet battle up battle We live our lives in destitution We stretch arm to feed Yet we are part of the globe We unable to sleep I......

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...The dawn is near The sun is almost setting And darkness, soon be scattered No matter how you try to stop it, it will come to pass The colorful world we once knew No matter how colorful it is......

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...You'll cry a pond or the ocean, but who will care? The one and only, plucky motion I should've dare. It's really hard to recover from the fever. 'In any case don't let it govern the gravity lever!'......

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...Just old me, all that I could take, only they can see, roughen and hangin, my blood is on my knee, a prayin to my lord, a singin like a bee, a prayer for my lady, i won't be c......

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...A beautiful word, like sex on stick and bears no guilt, is the sure epitome of my blood and not of my belly Not to omit the brevity of its syllable, oft sounding on my breath, I till it ......

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