Waylaid Poems - Poems about Waylaid

...(A lone voice whispers) Like a lone argus-eyed oblique tattered caliginous silhouette Moving extremely cautiously in the severe, deadly silence The Mistress of the Voices of the Dead Poe ......

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...The very abridged version recounting untold tragicomic storied life of Matthew Scott Harris I led a boring life. The end. All joking aside, now the epilogue. As a bookish fellow born Januar......

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...A whiff of my kitchen, a medicinal pill, the side order of rain drools at a windowsill. An utterance precedes a service; the rumble, the window slides itself shut. A bumble bee ricochets off a ......

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...The axe boasts not, nor lets arrogance reign. By whose hand did buds sprout forth from Aaron’s rod? Balaam kept blessing God’s people, was all this in vain? Can man know the might and mind ......

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... A black cloud envelops my sky Threatening to rain down a torrent of pain Oceans of commotion swirl in my brain And I try to bandage the wounds in vain I see only the receding vist......

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...Cannot sense the time There's no need to report And nothing's left to find For the days are now too short No one did remain To see the final act The author went insane When his Face book page ......

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...Will come the time one must leave With one behind left to grieve The tears will come, the tears will go And the spirits will fall low Yet we will know, friend to friend That our love will never ......

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...Faridah a name that blings I goose bumps The fairest of them all my constant love Free in spirit and soul she beloved of soul My soul in her presence ignites in ecstasy She is tall dark and lov......

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...Work Walk Breath fogs the space between the situation I left, for the space I am to inherit. Just by walking the meandering path to my employ, Mustering strength waylaid by last nights drinking.......

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...In the smiting chill of a dreadful wintry night When through every fiber n’ nerve, was the cold bite, I was sitting cocooned beside my hearth, Sipping a cup of steaming tea of my choic......

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...when dreams die, death isn't far then hope leaves floating in a jar search drawers cluttered closets too neither are found dreams scattered to the winds but hope remained someday, someda......

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...I just read a beautiful series of thankful poems by Jim Yerman and am inspired to give it a go. I'm so thankful when I cast a thought (For I'm a one for being overwrought) To all the lo......

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...A cumulonimbus cloud enveloped my sky, Threatening to rain down a torrent of pain. An ocean of commotion swirled in my brain. My attempts to bandage the wounds turned in vain. I saw only the re......

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...algorithms which art in zuckerberg hollowed be the tamed hide the kingdom come oligarchs will us dumb in our place as it is in cyberspace deny us this data our waylaid brain and foreclose ......

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...I feel like a rusty key that cant open any door You waylaid my cloudy kingdom Your butter knife cut through my land Through a secret glade between the hope and dust I detest what I've become......

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