Weaning Poems - Poems about Weaning

...If poetry channels our anger and sorrow Who then will want to write it tomorrow And will joy and contentment stifle its future? And what will become of our stays and culture? I say poetry has b......

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...Weaning away feral instincts treasured Soul’s eye is now mindful and touch gentle The pilgrim’s progress is by mind measured With scent of love lost in labours mental The vibrant void records e......

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...Sometimes I lose sense of myself, my own divination of gifted being a trivial spark in the vastness of God -- God the Everything: ethereal body-corridor of time and space, of countless uni......

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...Nothing Two o'clock this Wednesday afternoon protected by tall walls, but I have to go inside the sun is too hot It is about getting a deep, lasting tan my vanity has no limit gave me skin can......

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...Once upon a time; hard to tell which piece. Somewhere between reality and myth, lies forge an identity lost on peace. Keen bellows; hammer strikes unveil the Smith. Akin; that prince slyly see......

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...she spoke to no one after he died, words no longer had any meaning, friends and relatives she had world wide, her intense love needed weaning, she smiled at a rose and thought of him, then blew ......

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...For there is no need to be afraid of the wandering lover There is no need to take cover For he can stop the rain For he will be like morphine to the brain Each of his movements shall be li......

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...There is beauty in your absence     there is greatness in your silence there is pain in your wishes      In your innards, there are dreams Poetry and you are synonymous     I am synonymous......

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...What defines us awes us What sums up in this unending sojourn that we call life Each offering different taste to us, depending on the façade that’s dominant In this multifaceted itinerary, the val......

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...Laughing more than necessary And beginning from Beginning, Jane about Joan and accessory: "She'd looked like one a game winning, Her blouse ungodly and real scary; To even far - off eyes lots me......

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...Laughing more than necessary And beginning from Beginning, Jane about Joan and accessory: "She'd looked like one a game winning, Her blouse ungodly and real scary; To even far - off eyes lots me......

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...Quitting coffee and should it kill me Want to say that it's been fun Sidled up to this specific teat Not long after my first weaning done My body trying to clue me in As I clung to my drug o......

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...Before you merry in the holidays in all ways commercial Remember we commemorate God's Love impartial Loud and riotous hedonism on every wasteful spree Is one bond from which ye must be set free F......

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...When I think of poetry I think of a child manipulating his first steps, the wobbly nature of his strides~that confused, meandering toddle, and then trip and fall – the dear first efforts of us ......

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...Poetry is not the manipulation of lyrics, as the mechanic tunes to sound using ears – but, deeper yet, vital articulations, the spirit manifesting its vibrations (essence-forms) onto paper, fo......

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