Unbecoming Poems - Poems about Unbecoming

A trial court judge who’s authorized to decide is locked in prison....

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Couldn't have cared less, now I couldn't care more Losing ego is unbecoming me Setting small sparks in human hearts to soar Naive and lost, I washed up onshore Sowing seeds of wisdom across the sea Couldn't have cared less, now I couldn't care more One wanders inner thinking to explore As a youth, I thought I knew how to be Setting small...

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She unrolled her thick dark mane silver streaks highlighted it the wind tossed it in disarray while she beat her chest in aghast the sound of which could be heard far and wide the tears came down relentlessly creating rivers that had no shores she took all of her possessions which she had sowed and left debris in her wake This was an awakening...

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Jinping and Putin made a pact To teach Donald Trump how to act But first things first His cloud must burst So Trump can tell fiction from fact!...

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long scarf of a night clasping the bracelet of a moon, what emptiness is this when i have you not near? the distance of a thousand galaxies collecting stars unbinds me, when once i could tumble upon your nape so bronze as if there to fly swept by every lingering breath borrowing some endless moaning...

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A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls. What now ? Do I attend the auction of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust ? The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub to your culture when the fall of extremes was overlapping the sunset of empire. I am going to take my walk in the hell of fire raging in petunias....

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A person one knows, likes, or trusts, Webster calls a friend However, that is not always the case in the end Each of those traits is in the eye of the beholder, you see Over time, many times, people become less and less trustworthy Depleting what's left of our integrity Leaving us empty Lonely Affection arising from good will and mutual esteem Is...

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A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls. What now ? Do I attend the auction of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust ? The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub to your culture when the fall of extremes was overlapping the sunset of empire. I am going to take my walk in the hell of fire raging in petunias....

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Why the silence, why the chill Why the gritty gap between Have these words cut I would have pleaded But no such instance of hearts acquainted Nor bitter intermittent of sweet nothing smiles The door swings open with unbecoming goodbye Bisporadic spheres my familiar world passes by And still I wonder Why the cold, why the silence If that is it If that...

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