Rundown Poems - Poems about Rundown

Self-awareness is very important for me to perceive and understand things, matters, issues that come up that are important to me, in using my senses, experiences and beliefs. Sometimes when I’m in my psychological state, focus on myself or in the state of self-reflection, I remember how rundown I was for many years and how feeling rundown would come and go. Some...

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“You never forget that someone special, who melted your heart like molten metal.”Quote- Poet’s own I hear your voice and tears rundown again When birds sing us their sweet morning refrain As babbling brooks flow and soft breezes blow Time goes by slowly and I miss you so. I see you in stars glittering brightly When the two of us were...

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Never once a thank you. Not one time was I told; I've done good. Did I ever get a compliment? Or compensation like I should. At no time have u even, Stopped to tell me it'll be ok. You've yet to hold me while I cry; And wipe my tears away. Love doesn't last forever. If neither fans passion's flames. The fire burns out quietly. Leaving...

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“In a rundown, the runner is in a pickle that could become a rhubarb.” ~ by poet Rundown. He's trapped between bases being pursued by the fielders who glibly smile because they know they have the advantage, to perhaps overtake and tag the beleaguered runner, to foil the run. Rundown. ...

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Quote: "The ruins show that this castle was magnificent once"--Indian idiom In the ruins of a castle, a tale unfolds, A story of beauty, where history molds. Rundown remnants whisper secrets untold, Of a lady with smiles, enchanting and bold. Once she graced halls in her youth, A love story sparked, a flame in truth. With time, the melodies aged like fine...

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there is an open door in a rundown building with peeling green paint on the walls and worn wooden steps going up into the darkness . . . many garbage cans are overflowing and I see lots of broken liquor bottles on the ground also a child's broken pink bike has been discarded and there seem to be hundreds of cigarette...

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The Rundown I’m feeling all boxed up caving from within... Constructive delusion of truth I can’t believe what I’m in... Dreams of my youth with a prison stint my passions deep within letting very few in... I’ve been down on luck I’m living life to win... No more corners to turn I’m gonna straight line this... Mr. DA here’s a tip a...

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Shh! He is giving a rundown of today’s news. I am stunned. How could today’s news Get Any More Run Down?...

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A Run Down Mansion Were I able to speak through a breeze, I would tell of the youth I have seen; Through my cracks and kemtoned paper, They were just eighteen. Neath dappled shadowed oaks, They giggled and trailed the sidewalks of evening, To the old drug store for chocolate sodas, Swiveling stools and cute soda jerks. The fare tasted so much better then, Ham...

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