Weatherworn Poems - Poems about Weatherworn

...I longed for it like other men; I sought some sages, now and then. They did somehow enlighten me, But still I did not find the key. I tried to search in all the books-- In mountains, dales, ......

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...Waves pummeled her bow, causing the schooner to rock as a tempest wind heaved its feral breath into her sails. The crewmen were steadfast, but had the right to balk at warring against the strength......

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...A strike of a match would briefly carve His weatherworn features From the darkness full of his words Echoes from history of an exorbitant life A face full of history and mystery That still lin......

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..."Crumbling is not an instant act..." Emily Dickinson Why do we find old buildings beautiful, books, whose pages are crumbling to dust; weatherworn wooden doors once dutif......

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... Mossy vines camouflage decaying headstone Thus hidden and fallen into disrepair Foliage ever swallow so it cowers Deeply weatherworn lettering embraced there Threads of pier......

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...Mine mortal flesh can finally escape... Though mentally, physically, and spiritually healthy... meth hood dolled logy hoop fully, ideally, joyfully... unannounced twill be mine death without......

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...Deep at heart Tim is a dreamer and longs for 'that' dream And still and in certain arrest he is a child of gone times His parents Hans and Ida had told him in misleading terms ‘You......

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...He/I/they/all/we/none knowing sit/sats he/she thoughts he/she witnessed he/she held a behold as to what the hell a corporeal ring of things once unbeknowinest to him/her was about,: thought provoking......

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...Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone No family members left to maintain is known Thus hidden and fallen into disrepair Deeply weatherworn and embraced there This marker sets ......

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...Dame’s Rockets grow atop her grave: Pinks, whites and purples flourish here in this cemetery enclave where no one has visit in years. Her oblique, weatherworn headstone stands aside a ne......

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...Three Aussie cowboys set out one morn With old rugged faces weatherworn As they made their way through the Outback A croc sat watch, prepared to attack When riders neared his nest by the stream......

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