Unshaved Poems - Poems about Unshaved

...Afosa Adagio ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He described her as mean someone caring she demanded more than she gave someone that is only......

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...Those white gray hairs Unshaved moustache Aged with wisdom.......

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...Frilly lace and white petticoats, Where did your young summers go? Long ponytails and climbing trees, My memories are all of these. Now a woman stands, where once a child Ran laughing, to me w......

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... Keys rattle, door slowly closes ... An echo of footsteps walk upstairs.. You can hear his bedroom door close, a little bump as he sits on his bed, then there is just nothing.. They thin......

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...He said, "wear your bedroom shoes darling, and all those black frilly things that need garters, suspenders, and straps. She smiled secretly to herself knowing he would turn up in 2 day old sho......

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...The sea beckons. The air is heavy with heat, the sun fries the streets shrivels up trees and I feel parched. Tired I trudge towards the waterfront. Still the sea beckons. Sweat runs down my......

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...Puzzled eyes they keep feeding, A crowd bigger than a political rally breeding A dozen times a friend's had assaulted a kid By him lifted up for a welcoming kiss And now his jaw he has of them ri......

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...There was a time when my dear aunt,feeling all alone, Turned to the mail to fine a friend and so the seeds were sown, Which brought about occurrences which shocked us and surprised; For who'd a-th......

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...When I was small My favorite color was blue It was my first day Of kindergarten Proud to announce it Only to realize That blue Was a "boy color" The girls told me that Just like their moth......

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... When Dad Was Daddy, Siblings, By: Tom Wright 8/14/00 taking turns running to meet him, after he passed the corner of our block. Toting his lunch pail after his daily task. A stoop,......

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... What God See’s, Is Who I Am Written: by Tom Wright 4/2/2018 Mornings capture the reflection of truth, When at the mirrors image I quietly stare. I acknowledge this is my fountain of ......

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...In walking mist between the sunshowers A careless passerby stumbles He stares awkwardly for a moment And then carries himself onwards, I could have known him but for his haste And was sure so......

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...The skyscraper building this is Perseverance of sacrifice Steps after steps, thousands steps the staircase have Conscience of humanity But immorality enjoys snatching righteous In falling d......

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...I walked through a different park this morning, and it most assuredly satisfied my inner longin......

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...You hoped there’d be another but it’s another night alone the empty vines of memories is a wine you call your own It’s the ritual in a cigarette unshaved, unwashed and couldn’t care less a s......

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