Scant Poems - Poems about Scant

...I wielded might. I've found it null and void. With all my riches, I just get annoyed. Did I not rest in the lap of grandeur? Did this yet bless me with rock-hard valour? I'm able to see a bloom......

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...A rare crescent when comes to be, Moon’s silver so scant comes to be. No fragrance from some comes to be, From some a foul scent comes to be. No use digging into the past, The same old repen......

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... I … have courted luck in countless ways against ragged judgments and self-umbrage I still draw breaths, counted and the mirror has been charitable most I meet deem me forty (I’m not about t......

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... Comes a time in each life when passed time rouses our thoughts. Then,, we give scant thought to the future. Age has left us with no aspirations. And we’ve accepted the fact that our......

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...After the wife made a suggestion about what to write about... I decided to title my piece a concatenation of a few different notions incorporating fictional romance alluding to myself and spous......

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...up a steep and gritty track reach the tops wilderness reclaims a verge of wintery snags land juts and tilts hauls out lays treeless clumps and hags pitch up stricken soil heap their marshy......

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...A senior moment experienced by this drip... awash with intermittent amnesia. Scant number of minutes elapsed... before I forgot whether yours truly took another dose of glycopyrrolate ingest......

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...The argument of silence, absonant, hammers into the pliant mind it’s hard nails of craving.—a spirit thusly marred will yield to any prickle, every scant pressure to give in.—once the foreign i......

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... The trees remember what the axe forgets. The mirth of lovers romping on the loam. The light that filtered through in golden nets, and beasts that roamed for shelter in the gloam. A broken b......

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...Twenty years elapsed since Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 5th, 2004 Often these days the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz ......

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... A day escaped, released from the sticky womb of night held firm in the arms of midwife morning, listen to its infant cries the wails of a newborn child unfed demanding of your bed and sleep......

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...Memories wound like shards of shrapnel exploding through the restless night bursting into jagged slivers like broken glass, leaving a heart wretched and contrite. Ears strained to hear voices c......

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...Solemnly I sit in silence, slaving over scant sculptures I begin to carve away at the silky slip my tools gliding skillfully Although at a glance, I may seem serene inside there is a savage stor......

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...They got the whole world in their hands Worth north of a trillion dollars, (plus or minus a billion dollars here and there), the unnamed obscenely rich, (which top 15 billionaires projected to......

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...si tu t'appelles melancolie - oui if your name is melancholy, the scant tidbits I know of French. perfect cold day to down a cup of hot chocolate, java or joe in tandem with an intelligent con......

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