Rueful Poems - Poems about Rueful

...How perversely exciting it used to be, in the months after you made your decision to abandon this hopeless situation meaning [rueful laughter] the UK, not so much the shattered bones of you and m......

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... “In trying times the touch of compassion uplifts the sunk spirit from the depth of depression”- By Poet You walk the content life through the dulcet days on the rose garden's drea......

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...Mine is a wild spring step, shoe heels dash leaf strewn path, I spy wrinkled driver’s, rueful rush hour grim mien, from sleek chrome cars crawl as, my drained feet moult traction!......

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... Mine is a wild spring step, shoe heels dash leaf strewn path, wrinkled drivers sour mien, from rueful rush hour toll, as sluggish cars inch by, my drained feet moult traction......

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...With the winding weary wings spread wide, I fly aimless in the turbulent air of discontent, across the fading hues of the ruined rainbow, where I get caught in the clutch of curling sto......

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...forlorn woebegone in pensive musing this yearning this longing melancholy becomes a rueful pining almost nostalgic contemplation......

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...You’ve read about the Victory of Pyrrhus, who said, “I beat them, but I’ll tell you flat: (he hadn’t seen this motor-bike with mirrors) we won’t survive another one like that!” I asked the ride......

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...The Clown fish had brimming eyes, a montage flown back to Jaflong , a memory lane I wonder I felt overwhelmed, as if yesterday’s incomplete hard and fast, rituals and alone Over pouring overb......

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...Lost libido as rez erected cockamamie Shtrungool haint no prickly fallacy The following pastiche poetically pricked prick, whereby fantasy courtesy Eros (????) cow licked country bumpin vide......

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... Lately, nothing seems to be going right. Sorrow spills from my heart every night. Try as I might, I simply fail to understand why my tears gather like grains of sand. I'm hanging on for dear li......

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...Love is a similitude diva of a butterfly soaring- A Song of Nazrul Islam Babu (Niaz Mohammad Chowdhury) Love is a similitude diva of a butterfly soaring higher on a flight of blindfolded pastime ......

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...An escapade from thought parades A blockade of rouge descent An oeillade craved Rueful indignance A room full of insects A jocose allusion A lissome illusion A querulous reality I weep wher......

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...I do walk in the forest green upon the soft paths beneath towering trees colorful birds around me sing and rich full scents float upon the breeze and at my side they do walk our ......

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...Polly Astley loved to have visitors, for she loved piquant, plum people; Like counting stars when we were young, in milky moonlight, peaceful. Her days were spent teaching children, with ......

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...There are many painful pitfalls to happiness, and no one is immune to misery's tragic tune. We cry in the night like a wolf baying at the moon, sullen, soulful songs of heartbreak and despair, dr......

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