Shriveled Poems - Poems about Shriveled

...Time seems to be picking up speed a freight train without engineer Hendrix electric guitar on amphetamines. Time is picking up speed children born yesterday wobbling off to college the next. ......

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...Into the abyss I look in to see Peeking over, to discern Her looking up at me. Reptile cold and slithe, I slither through the dewy blades, And writhley race across the glade. A lumping cr......

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...Underneath the earth, she starts A budding, not yet known A seed planted, unfinished, unloved Roses grow best with bright sun and regular water All of which she’s been denied The fulcrum of a ......

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...What makes a person likeable? How they look, how they dress, or maybe who they’re friends with? I think it’s about how kind they are, their willingness to be your friend. “I guess w......

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...I let him touch me. I didn’t know him much It was the first time I had ever felt that kind of touch And it still haunts me now Though I never thought it would I don’t blame the wandering hands ......

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...endless leisure hours as distorted time stretch before me... like the infinite vista upon the midwestern plain farther than the eyes of mine (an ascetic and copacetic shortsighted father of tw......

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... Welcome. I'm the one they left behind. An alter ego of sorts— just the keeper, the inventory clerk, interim ghost. New items arrive every day— spat out from my boss's pockets, sometimes st......

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... parched buds in shriveled sapling desolate bloom dreams in desiccated dunes as the aureate sun masks the mirage chased taking the sco......

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... I used to think life was a luscious bowl of grapes but since in many weeks and months we haven't seen the sun I've fundamentally shriveled up my mind's become a raisin posted on March 26,......

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... In the seamless sky of my fervent yearning, I let the enraptured songbird of my heart soar high, glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze that carried your jasmine fragrance to me. The da......

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...Tasteless, puckered galoot, suited to the cold, he has gout. Shriveled up, with deep veins, covering up his shameful ways. She wears umbrella suits. He wears rubber boots. Puddles, of mold, p......

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...“I fell in love with one whom I believe to be my only soulmate; she showed me the world-- she was my world. And my world was taken from me. Love stories have never appealed to me, yet I have never b......

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...A soft breeze blows a leaf It scuttles and scurries across the porch Brown and shriveled, looks a bit like an oak leaf Dead, yet still able to move in the wind I can hear another hearty gale from......

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...Dust laden window grilles, Lime scales on the shower door. Detritus below the fragmented doors, Commiserating the saudade and furor. Blackened cushions besmirched with dirt, dusty sheath pee......

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...Diagnosed with NON contagious, yet incurable case of logorrhea..., yielded following resultant fiction, which arbitrarily selected thread first popped into my head considered one among many pos......

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