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Stowaway Poems - Poems about Stowaway


Premium Member Stowaway Hopes
Stowaway Hopes Merging the present to the darkened distance Stealthily stealing our future Sliding away our hopes Making a slideshow Of our stolen past peddling sorrows To every hallow mind Where fleeting thoughts have taken wings Yesterday have come to perch Resting with our past shadows Soliloquizing our stolen dawn Stowed away with the darkened night...

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Categories: stowaway, africa, desire,
Form: Narrative
Illegally Entering Russia
Never join – Please! – in taking Russia For the less alert nations in Asia Or choosing her own furry coat For disguisedly sneaking into her boat. Some Ivanovitch will be coming for you, First amusedly radioing his crew About “The Freshest Stowaway To make a Human Yesterday”. Russia doesn’t fail to get him Simply swayed by a whim Lengthily teaching him ‘How to Borrow’ For...

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Categories: stowaway, character, death, humanity, people,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Stowaway
he’s spent too long staring into my eyes forgetting the penetrating softness of my curves, so he swoons to cup the warmest stowaway before the sun reveals its radiance before the aroma of coffee fills the house before the vibration of his work cell the subtle satisfaction of mood light the kindling of lover’s chrysalis 12/4/2018...

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Categories: stowaway, sensual,
Form: Free verse
Stowaway
If only, perhaps, I could wish it away Ship it to nowhere, just a stowaway stray No time for farewell Too late, gotta bail And please don’t return on a sunshiny day...

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Categories: stowaway, freedom,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Our Wee Stowaway
Naughtiness is the word for today To get through life, it's the only way To achieve the goal Of a happy soul Succumbing to unloading our wee stowaway...

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Categories: stowaway, nonsense,
Form: Limerick



Stowaway
Lack of perspective on a burdensome life leaves us in pieces near a sharpened, slick knife. Smashing heads yet again, to the wall I beat mine, trying to break through to our friendship in time. My appearance lacks motivation and heart, locked away in my mind, I am falling apart. I don't treat such a treasure like one should be loved, stopped giving time of day to...

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Categories: stowaway, angst, forgiveness, friendship, introspection,
Form: Quatrain

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