Uncultured Poems - Poems about Uncultured

...Sometimes quotes are all that we leave behind... quote by poet I told them I'm tired now time stands still a casual acquaintance without breaths death is not gracious just an unfaithf......

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... "Hey buddies. so what are we doing !" Looks around and the clique has snotty faces on, pedigree pinkies in the air. "You are not one of we, the beautiful approved ones. You are uncultured a......

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...No ones ever even been in an empty room And now's as good a time as any to tell you this: I don’t feel regret if it was right for me at the time We spend so much of our lives with regret It mig......

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...I'm very much a dreamer Failing to notice as dreams come true Right now I listen to guitar music Beautifully playing in my home Alongside the sounds of my children playing I've wished for soph......

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...The poem sits coyly at the counter of the Soda Shoppe, waiting to be discovered, slowly sipping an egg cream. Making it last all day, the creamy lukewarm liquid drips down its poetically pointed......

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...My mind is kind of uncultured, but my heart is polyglot speak all languages that speak love...!......

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...You sat still at Miss Binnington’s No swinging legs or kicking feet Back pressed against chair back Bottom firmly held to chair seat. Children seen but not heard A rule very seldom broken Only ......

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...Finally leaving the stage after Twenty seven encore calls A huge sense of elation as The last curtain finally falls. There’s all the media interviews That she has yet to face Then perhaps sh......

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...The Blackpool donkeys have given up, they have boarded jumbo jets as emotional support animals. Once they used to plod between the Blackpool piers half a mile up, half a mile back, day after ......

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...The Blackpool donkeys have given up: they have boarded passenger jets - to be emotional support animals. Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier half a mile up, half a mile back, day after ......

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...A Memory By Sy Roth It didn’t come in like an invading horde of Mongols astride their horses. It came like a Siren whispering a sweet song, blowing soft winds in my ear. The old woman sat o......

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...Walks were more often comfortable without pure guilt Words were left unsolved with masters of manipulation We often slept with tremendous outfits with uncultured synonyms My sweet sorrow was dis......

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...The Blackpool donkeys have given up they have boarded jumbo jets to be emotional support animals for those lesser angels that protect us wingless fliers. They have opted out. Once th......

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...Birthing genesis back to We Falling out as from freedom's favorite tree Rebirthing Earth wombs warm content Extending out where gospel time grows bent Through Creation's prism for network Time ......

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...In these days, we prayed -SERIES- "TELL FREEDOM" June 10, 2017 TELL FREEDOM ‘ The Black Soul ‘ TELL FREEDOM ......

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