Stewing Poems - Poems about Stewing

... Life My cherished one set against a sordid world My lanes are coerced just as my feet are formed My life is a platter furnished on a plaza dicing my thoughts stewing my ordeal ......

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...He was barely an adult when he was entered into the system He was an educated law abiding citizen But due to the fact he was black It was sympathy they lacked He faxed a lifetime of imprisonment ......

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...stewing in my own juices in this dystopia of a nation masked thugs tearing brown babies from their mothers' arms raking the brown off the streets disappearing the inheritors of the k......

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...I sat there. Stewing. Angry at the world. That day, on Easter, I had witnessed a Christian church service. It was cult-like. They worshiped beings, having little proof of their existence.......

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...When you feel you're always controlled, Like you've not got a choice, Always questioning if your ever enough, Letting others drown out your voice. Feeling like you can never win, No matter how......

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...Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child... courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight while he took tea and crumpets within mistress......

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...I ask what I've learnt since I was a youth. It seems as though I don't have much to show - so much energy, spent in search of truth. Little, have I, of what there is to know. Like anyone, I'......

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...(a swap quatrain poem) My greatest love – a man divine will always be my valentine. I tragic tale I tell you of a man divine –my greatest love. I’d had to leave another man. No one I knew w......

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...On the twig sat the little frog hungry as a great big hog. His eyes looked to the east there he saw the fly, a feast. He stuck out his tongue the feasting had begun. Later on the blade of grass......

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...By: Katie Davis Written on 6/29/22 Revised on 10/28/24 Anger, burning hot enough to melt a calm mind. Anger, boiling, steaming like a volcano shaking the earth ready to erupt the pain out of a blis......

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...are you pho real? there is an overwhelming consensus i had to ask two people had told me they hate all soups 'it's just water and soggy food.' 'slop in a bowl.' 'looks like dish water.' what......

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...A tune flickered on the radio As we waltzed into the kitchen My hand wraps around yours As I flick on the stove top with the other. You grab a pot out of the cupboard And I grab the meat fro......

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...I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. Brought back by popular demand. They say that soup is better after it sits for a few days. Stewing in its juices, mixing time with truths. ......

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...You don't need to swear and cuss Making such a big loud fuss Calm down, take a breath You are scaring me to death I know your angers coming through Because of what he did to you You are mad and......

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...Back approximately half my life ago dissociative disorder if qualified to self diagnose mein kampf psychological state... I lacked emotions where others concerned. That refrain replayed it......

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