Tightly Knit Poems - Poems about Tightly Knit

... To reach you is already the pinnacle of my courage, I can invent no more crooked paths. What lies before you is the result of a well planned strategy; No more ways I can find to reach the fi......

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...It was just a silhouette but it reminds me why I left the spirit box closed I felt as though the hand I was holding Was yours and not my own In my want to believe But reality hit me like a train......

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...Dare not listen Such cruelity to oneself Beware your heartness, Mind screams. But Hearty has become mastermind Having captured the entire system, In a web tightly knit All is forced to bow to......

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...There is in the house a hullabaloo Furore, a fuss, commotion, ado The in-laws will soon Return from the moon Be staying with us, a month, maybe two! Short notice, their note arrived in the mai......

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...A magic lump of silver with a Byzantine flower. Planted on your chest a long time ago. Awakened by the magic of our 555 kisses, the silver key became. Which opens the door to dreams of parallel ......

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...Life is complicated darling, But I prefer the simple life. So this is my song to you For I yearn you’ll be my wife. Where will I find love tonight? Tell me darling that it’s you, When will ha......

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...welcome to the many windowed cityscape the wanton color of badly mixed paint with a parade of personal lives like black stockings full of runs strafed by formations of overhead birds whose small......

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...Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 15 The Republic’s an headless Monster to let Power mad individuals pay to rent head The State’s enmeshed in the Admin’s red-tape net The Admini......

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...I would say as if my dreams were real and try to soothe you while you send me yours as if mine would cease I would step through the sky if stars would make way for spells with no end And cease to ho......

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...I'm a victim of my circumstances.... Like a puppet that to its master dances... I am a slave to the situation... Who only imitates with precision.... Before you think I am rude & bad... Crazy,aggress......

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...Staring from a distance that’s all I could see A little boy child staring right back at me His face had so much, so much to tell “Oh world can’t you see that all’s not well” There was emptiness, lone......

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...There she is, rainbow hued, hazy viewed clues. The whistle chimed waves clear her unspoken throat. Pardon Lady's wispy tension, a molder of falling sand. A maker of details form the reality of dream......

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...Growing Up Rich My childhood home was just four rooms, heated by a black stove in the kitchen. No phone, no car, a toilet in the basement. Money was tight. The rent had to be paid. I spent my ......

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...We have so much color all around us so much beauty to fill our senses everything we see and touch and taste in the songs we hear in the scent of lovers mingled in everything we've been given th......

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...The man of which I speak. Is heartless, shallow yet meek, Sly and has much wit. The story begins at the birth. He was a baby with no considered worth. They told him quit talking, just sit. ......

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