Wastrel Poems - Poems about Wastrel

...Clouds spiral down and curl around to touch me —not those western drizzle shrouds baring a sad soul of mizzle misery ...though I adore a good wallow in sorrow —no these clouds come from yonder......

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...disharmonious difficult and hard to please whimsical wastrel......

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...O Melancholy, my home-alone friend, with Indolence conspiring to mark time, with best intentions, and thoughts unpenned, and faded vision, as the perfect rhyme, so almost, so not quite, so very c......

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...Ode to Fanny Her start in life was rather poor with wastrel parents, ones to abhor She avoided living in the gutter Earning enough for her bread and butter Her break in life came rather lat......

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...A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes thrown down on a dare to be won or lost till it became a pape......

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...Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One I. O' Man Of Perishable Earth O' priest of golden sun where hides thy black heart Pray each day, dark deeds undone in ......

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...I made myself a wastrel an orphan of my choice And severed all my family ties in search of my own voice I left without once looking back the present straight ahead The past redundan......

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...The cloying sangria of freesias invades the screen. Amber bees whine in wastrel air like breezeless fans. My shirt is porcelain skin. I dangle one metronome leg off the arm of a wicker cha......

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...a true legend with spoken words the world’s oldest reigning monarch rarely gives interviews personal feelings not know her beliefs fundamental importance well known for her dry witticism habits......

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...O Melancholy, my home-alone friend, With Indolence conspiring to mark time, With best intentions, and thoughts unpenned, And faded vision, as the perfect rhyme, So almost, so not quite, so very c......

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...If I could comprehend the constant rhythm slow breath as if in one first soft impress the indefatigable resolution I embodied a warming tide habitant in a miracle extant of a souls immortal u......

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...Blue Iris, Grimoire gondolas steal unbound human yawns, Each Charon poised with sallow spear along the River: Austere laughter of headless boughs sipping grave-scented spiritual kisses. Grue......

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...Don't lie to me. Don't half-truth to me, like some craven jar, wide of mouth and full of capricious weather. And never sing to me tunes not of your own making I am not yours to pawn, as a wast......

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...When I write you a letter, you had better reply! All the time it eats up isn't easy to come by. Do you think that I've got nothing better to do Than to squander myself on a wastrel like you? Wh......

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...I’ve ever minded to live or to die, Always striving life and eluding death; There’s no end to live or be dead. All it takes there’s to celebrate, But my life is not a celebration; There must b......

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