Sups Poems - Poems about Sups

... Life goes through a controlled cycle All that live must die Else, would we not be objects of shadows Trying to accomplish feats which are so unnatural? God, an entity which we have not yet un......

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... My August birthstone pleases me, for shades of green and I agree. And of the fine gems that I know, my favorite is Peridot. Now, Peridot is lesser-known among most gemstones that a......

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...Better than a stone souper a melting pot of the super ......

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...Grief sups away the nectar That gives life its industry And mocks the nature of a soul To define mortality. It rises from... I know not where To shake us to the core Bringing passion to our h......

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...The rich man sups his Cognac As he sits and relaxes Complaining in his mind about The level of his taxes, Congratulates himself On the amounts Secreted away in Offshore Accounts, Wines and d......

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...I laid awake on my bed one night, instantly my room was filled with light. There stood an Angel, who put a letter in my hand, the writing on this page, I could not understand? When I looked back......

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...Grief comes uninvited, like a marauder, like a one man army charging, he makes an unexpected onslaught. A thief in the dark who comes stealthily, without pausing to seek permission a......

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...With a vision one should be silly trying to match, Eyes able to three hundred and sixty degrees search; Scarcely neared and their wings would flutter, Airborne as you try to a syllable utter; To ......

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...A black widow spider spins a silk thread into a near-transparent dream catcher; filling her with joy and her meals with dread. A very cunning, deadly flycatcher ready to pounce and mumm......

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...Inside the water where they float or sway in their rusting roots are horse tackle, buggies, unhinged parts of eighteen wheelers, a girl on a tricycle, her bones still cycling in the drifting m......

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...Her whisper gentle like the summer breeze Calls a passing sparrow lonely and shy, One that had escaped the northerly bise Intoxicated from flying too high. A welcoming hand held out a surprise W......

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...It haunts the minions of my mind subservient in acquiescence to a horror's endless daily grind deny the truth, buttress the flank conceal the secret – rancid – rank within a lie's servile defens......

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...Long spoon is truly needed In defending your faith; Dangerous lovers of sin Simply show anger and hate. If you have some interactions With waiting harmful people; You must be always on ......

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...Another Christmas day is finally here The very thought fills me with such fear I have to try and control my old Aunty Mable Once she hits the gin she gets very unstable Uncle Arthur......

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...Villanelle: Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain No Lawrence outsider sups with wooden spoon Don’t bitter gruel course throu......

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