Tire Out Poems - Poems about Tire Out

... This is a season for peace but not where the war rages, not as our country men die, not as the grill burns human flesh and the sky rains ash. My dear friends, do not tire out as the bombs......

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...each of us gives in from a faithful friend, Watch through the beaten tower We give in way to soon... This Newest piece, "The utmost for his highest." covers all known bases to fuel the fan in ......

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...He landed in my life when I least expected him. I knew not how to manage his advances, at that time. His seductive air and cajoling were so irritating. I said to myself “Let it be…he wil......

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...I slipped out of gear and dropped my rear end. I'm lost on this road and I can't find a friend. The last time I felt this completely alone. At least someone was there that could say I was known. ......

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...Christmas Morning Snow Watching the dancing flames in the fireplace grow Outside the majestic harmony of the cascading snow As winter wraps earth's canvas in a sparkling white Natu......

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...Prying with my lonesomeness, Absolutely lost in the poetic world, And bemused by mystic imagination, I had lost my real self! Someone fascinated called on me, And I kept pondering for a while, If it......

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...I may not have a bicycle to ride But I am still happy to have a leg I may have lost my respect But at least I earn money when I beg I may not have a good house to live in I may not have enough t......

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...I find myself in the middle of an ocean Lighting, rain and waves crashing No land in sight No refuge in sight No beacon to point me home I struggle to stay afloat The water so cold and black H......

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...The Bengal By: Hobbes As silence falls upon the grasslands The bengal stalks his prey Hidden in his camo where he stands He never backs away. He uses the grass and the wind and the trees To ......

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...It’s snowing fear and disappointment. Weak, my blood tries to tremble, As the blizzards pass me. I’ve ended the days When I’d put love on paper, Drowning my pen In inky tears. But I’ve killed ......

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...With pole in hand and watchful eye He a silent vigil keeps With firm resolve to land the "Big One" or die Casting into shallow reeds and cover deep It matters ......

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