Ungracefully Poems - Poems about Ungracefully

...Crappy, crepey skin What a shape I'm in Is it inherited though Watch out daughters for The warning signs or It will slip up on you so Fast as speeding car Superman by far Get on......

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...Skirt hiked up legs ungracefully spread, sexually inviting. The cello drums her, blind angels gyrate in a deep darkness. The cellos voice is her own, her body sings through one hollowing ......

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...We're born- we live-we take-we give. We knead love while churning hate. Love comes through the curtain unabated then leaves with a clack, like the song of a raven. We sashay into open hearts.........

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...When two persons severely fight Using vitriolic language angrily Our mind is terribly poisoned As our mood goes feebly astray The shouts resemble cacophony A tremor happens in our stomach Our......

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...Skirt hiked up legs ungracefully spread inviting. Between those limbs, chords darken. Do I lean into the cello or her? A deep ewer of sound pours from deft palpating fingers, while her other ......

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...Skirt hiked up legs ungracefully spread inviting. Between those limbs, chords darken where pale angels go blind. A deep ewer of sound pours from palpating fingers. While her other hand str......

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...Going back home is a sad thing everyone aging ungracefully the family dog is long dead they saved her purple collar the one with the tiny bell that's still ringing in everyone's head. Weeds......

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...~~A chess match is an opaque mirror into societal clash slippery rules and taboos playing upon a checkered past balcony kings and queens glaring down on the lower caste. Ramparts buttressing crook......

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...The cello is between her legs, skirt hiked up legs ungracefully spread. sexually inviting. The cello drums her Thrums her darkness Into blind angels The cellos voice is her voice Her body si......

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...Invisible predators steal my soul taking me to a bowl of stale potato chips dunking me down beneath the cigarette butts That were not ever well-hidden in the bottom Plunking me down firmly with......

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...~Be Dazzling~ Who wants to grow old? Shivering alone, in the cold, Beneath an old oak tree? Not my bag of tea. Refusing to age, so ungracefully, Don shoes, gold,with straps, A beautiful ma......

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...You are angst poetry played on the strings of an untuned guitar A smokers cough cord that grinds like grit in a turbine Clumsy fingers that slip ......

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...(my fashionably late xmas greeting could long foster for this century 21 a meeting of thee poetic minds pleasantry sent once boot not worth reap peat ting). up in the air mine barrel sized ......

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...Shadows seeking solitude sunlight filters fleeting dream soft endless kisses are more real than they seem Awake but still in the stillness missing moments long past through stained glass wind......

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...It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. I've been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals and having to settle for photos found on Goog......

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