Ruction Poems - Poems about Ruction

...SPONTANEITY One day, the idea came to me, just like that And my own, not inspired by some deity A bit like pulling a rabbit from a hat So could it now be time for some gaiety And wave goodby......

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...From dawn to dusk, life's rhythm flows, Children march, adults toil, time goes. Household chores consume, days, time flows, Elderly sit, watch, sigh, with vows. This morning, hope rose with the......

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...A stiffly worded instruction That should commence with a ruction, Opening fire; next action, Lifeless Bodies sole attraction... But then what of Reconstruction? Easier to crush than to rebuil......

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...Khaki has never other fabrics liked: It has even their wearer’s bodies disliked, Their forgivable flaws, their blunders hyped And their names and their nicknames mistyped! Sometimes you hear, ......

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...Hardly does zero fidget Wielding all the calculation rights of another digit, In some environment wielding even the more; In those said places showing 'How core', By it a solver is dumped, If by......

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...Finally jungle before tactless ruction, steal in spite of the wall......

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...Halloween is here! But have no fear! This is my guide so you survive. Beware the graveyards full of ghosts and ghouls. The graveyard is where you will see zombies feasting. Stay in the ligh......

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...Young Peter is far from perfect Teen anger he fails to deflect His trail of destruction Has caused such a ruction You should see the items he’s wrecked His parents do little to sto......

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...Words of Mass Destruction Words like bullets do not have eyes, as they fly in our hearts and materialize Deleterious breaths that we soon despise, words written in stone we ideali......

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...Tongue twister line: From the rustic rover to Samuel Sanders, they try to tickle the tongue with tricky tongue twisters. 1. A rustic rover round the ricks ran restlessly, and restive, he rush......

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...at times the moon shines so brightly I can barely stand to look at it surreptitiously glaring down at me with those eyes those eyes that leave me abstractedly ruminating over whether or not or w......

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...Upon a midnight of lone decent The death of my love I long repent An eminent maiden from days of yore I evermore grieve in absent adore My rest is halted by commotion Of which I have the least......

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