Sordid Poems - Poems about Sordid

Tulip became orchid upon death, As false as sordid love I held....

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It seems I can’t escape this plot, this telling of the tell; a mandatory element is a first-person write. Just don’t make me the villain of this sordid villanelle. I much prefer to narrate from deep down within my shell; I like to lurk in shadows and remain tucked out of sight. Alas, I can’t escape this plot, this telling...

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At his readiness, medley reduced to romance Pure patched with strategy, pony Rosinanthe Slick sleuth rotund from a thousand tutorials Ideality frisked into quixotic filly deplorable Avid lover Danton handles haggard hill...

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Politics Activities associated with The governance of a country As simple as The administration of an organisation But there is always power struggle And greed for wealth Politics become unusual Because of power struggle And greed for wealth A sordid affair indeed Conspiracy, canvassing Scandal and bribery All make things complex And bring great sorrow to the people Who are ignorant and innocent Sometimes We should blame the politicians...

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Are the sordid stories about the surreal, sharp, stoney Greek isles known as Sirenum Scopuli, supposedly inhabited by sexy, sultry, sirens, who salaciously seduced stupefied shipwrecked sailors by simply singing lascivious songs, surely mythologic or surprisingly true?...

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Simple or fancy? Sordid or prance-y? Lily or roses? Tiptoes on proses? What kind of poem will my mind see today? What will happen if I stop to pray? Trixie, my muse, is laughing right now. She has no idea the when or the how. But when she comes full force into the fray Poetry to my day is pure play…....

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Wilting in withering light I'm afraid I lost the will to fight Demons dance in the abyss Between us monsters a soulless kiss Impurities fill my mind Perhaps how I'll be defined Burn them like tea leaves Nothing will be left for the thieves I sing of all that could have been Before the bottle and before the sin Deep inside is the hero held...

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Rotten leaves Disgust and wretch What good then is with rains? 30/11/17 Copyright © All Rights Reserved...

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Villanelle: O! What a wonderful world this sordid life could be O! What a wonderful world this sordid life could verily be If only humans were not subject to envy nor jealousy Worse than that pride of place makes man a chimpanzee Our primate brother carries on his butt his Wounded Knee We by contrast drape our tender unders in...

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There's money___then there's love Looking back at him __desiring Brief encounters above Husband's comments deriding So handsome fire__home ice Guilt, shame, remorse____desire One last glimpse maybe twice Marriage but children__can't transpire Inner turmoil__wishing Should I walk away now Turn turn around running We'll say the wedding's vow...

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