Sore Poems - Poems about Sore

...rising from bed in the morning seeking shelter when it's storming idly whiling stray hours away dreaming there will be better days fabricating a self-image with a more prominent linage doodling......Read the rest...

...After an age, I found myself in her presence, Struck again by her simplicity, her very essence. A mathematician, now on a spiritual path, Her life, a testament to a transformative start. A pra......Read the rest...

...When I think of you, a memory awaits. So deep within me that walls crumble at the sheer force of your gaze. When I think of you, a sweet smell arrives. Like fresh baked buns or the odor of fresh......Read the rest...

...My twilight Dream Catcher. Sweet melodies tug at my heart strings. The waves roll in as the blue whale sings. As empty moonbeams fade, In the cosmos evenly laid. Layers of complexity. ......Read the rest...

...I look in the mirror There I see the prettiest girl in the world For all her curves and edges She sure is a sight for sore eyes She knows her beauty is a weapon The sharpest she could ever wie......Read the rest...

...No more will I make life freeze; I will enjoy my life up to its lowest lees. Life is short; it is precious; Life can't stand with things malicious. Why shouldn't I, why shouldn't I? Soar with wi......Read the rest...

... Exploring regions unexplored heretofore my body springs to attention like a rusty door… O, that I had listened to Doctor Gore I wouldn't be near this sore ... For ‘......Read the rest...

...Teresa of Ávila Dreamt the passion of God. A physical fire Burned an image of his power. An image I envisioned was one so dull Full of pain A nightmare stabbing my mind's eye. A frail ......Read the rest...

...What a blessing it is to be alive Driven insane until tortured further and I felt my sins so impure But, I told them I will surely survive Want to find the cure and be oh so mature, I will endure ......Read the rest...

...They kind of look like witches. I stared at the four. They looked dour, morose, somber, One of them looked real sore. Why do they call them the broom sisters? I asked the girl. Maybe because i......Read the rest...

...Need I used to live in a world of need A dreadful scary place indeed Needing something God won't give Yet needing a wicked miracle to live No food was ever needed more Water could never tempt......Read the rest...

.... 'fore mine concentration uv woke world walk'n 'hind mine tramp ......Read the rest...

...At the country club a sight for sore eyes Brunch with the bunch and giraffic surprise Two tall orders, son of a gun It surely beat the hole-in-one! Anticipating sharing a slurped prize...Read the rest...

...Coping with Agoraphobia well you are basically pent up in your home for me it finally took it's toil my therapist came to my home because I was basically limited spending hours in a room peekin......Read the rest...

... Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears; Stained raining forth shadowing grows. Flows aloft, a top my minds membrane; This be new day dawning Sometime placement now This new provisions shroud......Read the rest...