Scolding Poems - Poems about Scolding

A choice Without choice No question arose For this birthing In blackness and Sharp voices Scolding the choice.. Regrets For the choice arose Imagined alternatives Without sharpness Without edges of an Imagined identity.. Masks worn with Pride and misgiving Pain and elation Comfort and shame Colored to perfection The separation game.. Yet in winding down Appearances of memories Flash and fade No answers are found To questions in time Only these words And not only these Burning this page......

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easiest to take a bite off peanut now rather than wait until they are stashed for winter chipmunk wife gives husband scolding he is now working fast enough to suit...

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I was in my chemistry class (lecture #2) and the professor was asking a series of questions. At first, hands were flying up, the answers were easy. But as questions got more complex, and the odds of being right fell off, confidence and raised-hands faltered. I sit the front row because I film the lectures...

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**** Winter and spring had a fight. ...

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Scolding parents all sin,for he or she no Paradise to win,a son to this son to born to make he this same sin!...

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full on leisured day blue sky, cool water,sunset turned on fiery red...

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Husbands are in heaven when wives scold not they think they are in leven when wives scold hot yet who you are and what you do is really not just up to you when husbands do the dealing wrong we need told off for whats done wrong What you see is what you get a spoiled brat has got your cat sometimes a...

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Crash. Pounding. I Hit Him, Sinking nails in. His Wails soar Louder. My Frustrations Leave Me; For now, I feel Less Alone. Delightful Dirges always help... But then my Mom Storms in, Hands on Hips. "Bethani Dianne, turn that Piano Down!"...

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For Miranda Lambert’s “Inspired” contest By Carolyn Devonshire I wanted to write for this contest; But my muse was staging a protest. “Take me to the sea,” it pled, “In this house, I languish, dead; Put me in touch with nature, a forest.” “Don’t stare at a screen, confined by walls; Locked inside,...

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