Spirts Poems - Poems about Spirts

...Hidden in weeds heart vavle on squeeze Watch me not bleed Even if it cuts deep Keeps you away from My boredom pale bule face Made you see, me The unloveable me On a big screen und......

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...There is a shrill sound in the air But I only hear it on neon nights If it isn’t tinnitus then beware Of the unsettled spirts that fly It’s not just due to the silver season Life and death ha......

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...God! We Behold that you are great and we know somehow your ways are pass finding out. anyhow! Neither can the number of his years be searched out anytime he made small drops of water they pour dow......

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...From my window, darkness was quickly descending. Costumed creatures were walking about, pretending to be goblins and ghosts, expecting me to be scared and totally frea......

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...they supped on Bjurholm drank Kumis dined on haggis and rubbed down with sassafras oil some made dessert from ackee fruit and had puffer fish and shark fin soup what word of satan they spoke......

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...Patrilinear monotheistically monopolistic CAPITALists calculate potential endurance of terrifyingly terrific human consumer time Left for anxiously anticipating rhymes, reasons for seasons lo......

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...In some primordial wandering birth-canal way, I imagine we all experience traumatic excommunication An internal climate PanDemonic cerebral yet narrowly competitive win/lose health today or ......

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...Listless her body becomes Her last breath and her journey's begun In Life ever after she is joined again With your father, family and friends Their spirts continue through those they've sown Don......

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...At the "Head Inn' Bar, I sat with Death. Drinking the fog, With my poor-man's "Crown" Earlyer, In mood, I called him over, telling "It can wait, grab a drink". Quite in my superior, For just ......

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...Ah, in a welcome ease my heart connects, where everything’s not about you and me, texting friends and having fun; here I can let myself know who I am—but here I am, and I am still here, letti......

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...Sweet as Christmas candy cane She takes away my pain Embellishes low spirts Then she’ll crystallise the rain With care, wraps up my anguish Topped off with festive bow Ensures there......

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...As the pregnant moon begins to rise, one can hear the mournful cries And when the spirts start their prowl rabid wolves began to howl From the manor house upon the hill, you can hear the m......

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...The murmur of hardships along the way these words include and excludes the theyes" and"themes" in conversation.Those spoken about as "They" or " Them" to draw two closer together. In Themes, thos......

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...Intertwined two energies in love two souls exchanging acceptance of energies simultaneously in harmony~ foreverº changing the electromagneticº size of the heart receptive? to the :’frequency & modula......

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...November December January February Dark cold bleak It can If we let them Lead us into the dark Only If We let them We need to let the warmth Of the starry night Transform The night To b......

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