Run Dry Poems - Poems about Run Dry

My typewriter has seemingly enough ink I'm ready to start a poem about sanguine hills and trusting in angels 2313 but the ribbon has ran dry The lost longing licks my lips jerred past the emerald typewriter gaslighted with fear I haven't a realm and hell why not ? frail and dim I give up...

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When think tanks run dry, Will the people ask why, Bullets are bouncing off the tanks, That were once intellectual banks. When the think tanks run dry, Is there anywhere now where people can try, To stop the die being cast, For the dogs of war to be released from the past. When the think tanks run dry, Where will we get the...

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when dewdrops run dry, and the sun warms the new day one by one I’ll pick the petals of cherry's blooms gently falling in your palm. 16 February 2022 A Strand (1075) Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand 1st place...

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I've got nothing to draw from. My Wells' run dry. Precious as it comes. At times I feel overdone. My Wells' run dry. Fallen from the sky again. Sick of all the sh!t I'm in. My Wells' run dry. Learning to speak again. Can't breath without oxygen. My Wells' run dry. It's no big deal they say. It just won't go away. My Wells' run dry. Awaken from an...

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Now that I have gone past 1700 have I nopt written all that I can write? I don't want just to repeat myself being a light gone out in the night But still these blessed AP friends encourage me with such comforting lines showing how appreciative they all are receiving kind words recognise the signs Everytime I pick up that pen of mine thinking...

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J-ust let your tears run dry, A-llowing your eyes to glow; N-ever be lonely and blue, E-rase the pain and sorrow. Topic: Birthday of Jane M. Buenaventura (May 3) Form: Acrostic Quatrain...

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V-ile weather early Friday A-ims to fade for good; N-o way will the storm D-estabilize the merry mood. E-nd of the night has come, the new day has begun; R-ising sun March twenty-fourth has brought delightful fun. S-hadows and darkness A-re both nowhere in view; N-either dusk nor twilight causes you gray or blue. J-ust let...

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G-od's graces never run dry, A-s the rivers overflow; R-ising sun has taken Y-our life away from sorrow. G-od's graces never run dry, U-nderneath the wide sky; T-roubles twelfth of March A-im to pass you by. N-o reason to doubt the Lord's love up high; G-ift of the Father is endless, God's graces never run...

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She sits in the room, not making a sound She's sorting all the chaos that is entrapped in her mind Lots of memories come flooding back Like a levy that has broken From years of neglect It spills over slowly Sending tears down her cheeks Landing in her hands They form there, a puddle of regret Of all of the things she could have,...

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Oh, my Lord, Be patient with all of us poets Who, incessantly, on love we write And Rivers of burning tears unleash Every day For To express the unbearable pain we feel Because Someone has shattered our hearts by Turning us down But Who unmoved, like stones remain At the sight of thousands of men, women...

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When Cupid cries, is that the reason rain falls from the sky? Does he cry for pain? Sorrow? For all the people who won’t see ‘morrow? Or does He cry, because the person who loves you the most, me, Cries because it’s you I can’t touch, hear, smell, or see. Cupid’s arrows brought my heart to you And now his...

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deep down dormant in the dark i hide fountain pen looking for words to write empty mind, empty heart and empty page waiting for something to quiet my subtle rage pen on paper, just waiting to scribe bleeding through till the well runs dry ----- sorry for the recent absence soupers. a lot of personal stuff happening right now. hopefully in a...

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If what I earn, and what I deserve isn't worth the price I pay, I just save it for a rainy day. The truth is that everyone else shares the same cloudy sky, and it's so useless blaming yourself. Heaven knows you try. If it takes until the rivers run dry, if it takes me all the rest of my life to learn...

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You’re kidnapped by the serenade, of the whispers before they hush. Your eyes seduce the blade, as you crave and dread the rush. Your skin and the steel collide, and the edge delivers chills. Now all of your fears subside, as the crimson slowly spills...

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