Rubbled Poems - Poems about Rubbled

... Are my thoughts too loud, Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer? And my hands cling too tightly that your palms sweat, And you count the seconds until I notice? D......

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...Let fortitude confront the raging beast for wolfen corps from Hell have entered in. They surge in packs, savagely unleashed, to mutilate the innocence within. Let ev’ry child and mother of its n......

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...Howja geddit by firearms? Gotta back to Semtex rams? As the world warms societies suffer dying fams Letcha now my Lucid Insanity and conflict did Homes were demolished to rid Livelihoods rub......

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...A flash in the planetary cause, a momentary held applause on the evolutionary roll of time paused; These last seconds on the timeline hesitate when man appears upon fostering the world's fat......

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...With the onset of advancing age, so I find, A man grows weary of all mundane talk; Occupies his every spare, idle thought With that of the slow, reflective ki......

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...Silence clung to the weeping wind, As the people lay huddled In the cold hands of war. Earth torn and blood stained Beneath weary feet. Echoes of destruction, Hauntingly whisper in ravaged ea......

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... L ovely metallic lady lost in Aisle Eight, O n a rubbled spillway frightened and alone. V ehicular damage on fore and aft flanks; E legant figure now ravaged by......

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...I shall resolve to leave this Place now... And steadfastly search out, Nestling between ridge and bluff Amidst the folds of a foreign Land, Several acres of unkempt ground Fallow and rough; ......

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...There is no pain that is unaccompanied by light blinding or translucent like seeing the sun through a flame or another's petite morte as you climax, and heap in rubbled bodies, others cast in panop......

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... The festive season is nigh on give thoughts and prayers, to those who have none of the simple luxuries,most take for granted the felling of trees......

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... "Lone Survivor" By M. Taha Effendi (Sonnet) He wandered through each ravaged street, death lurked wherever strayed his feet, His ears resounded with frantic, dying calls, of tho......

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...A mistake we made, now the troubles will repay. Should have kept going, cause now were dreading everyday. My life is not bad nor troubled. I hope you dont get to sad or rubbled. One day aga......

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