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Weired Poems - Poems about Weired


The Next Place
...The day is creeping by and the sun is blazing in the sky The heat is raging beneath the clouds and it is carrying a message that is loud.The earth is sinking below my knees And it is setting my s......

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Categories: weired, abuse, august, courage, cry,
Form: Narrative
Until Now
...Sharp breath cuts through my diaphram I fail to breath, gasping for air... Emotional blood flows through my veins I get the desire to scream with pains My pulse rate suffocates me! Bitter lump......

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Categories: weired, anger, freedom,
Form: Free verse



Darkness
...They lifted the dirge in accordance, The earth broke in pieces with a callous elegy. Illusion followed in their fellowship. And death brought the woman to her kneels, she wailed and wailed crackin......

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Categories: weired, abuse, africa, art, dark,
Form: Blank verse
Dear Pamela
...DEAR PAMELA Dear pamela, The song about you remind me of pains Your smiles remind me of that day The sun visited the earth in her full human To touch the soul of another human being Is to walk ......

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Categories: weired, age, beautiful, betrayal,
Form: Ballad
Full Command
...AM FUTILE WITHOUT YOU CAN'T COPE UP WITH LIFE ALL THINGS ARE WEIRED MY OYSTER AM DEVOURED BY FEAR AND FILLED WITH DISMAY ...AT YOUR ABSENCE.......

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Categories: weired, character, magic, tribute,
Form: ABC



Forgiveness
...I have made mistake in my past but never as serious as this and i know i will only have myself to blame if you leave and that scares me more and more than i've been ......

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Categories: weired, courage, me, me, time,
Form: ABC
Against Deportation
...Ahead of pain, we did not cry; intimating of dreams, crowded; stranded on issues, reaching nowhere. Black, a weired hairdo, unfurls a moon in half-sleep. You can open the door without sound. The sna......

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Categories: weired, art,
Form: ABC
Against Deportation
...Ahead of pain, we did not cry; intimating of dreams, crowded; stranded on issues, reaching nowhere. Black, a weired hairdo, unfurls a moon in half-sleep. You can open the door without sound. T......

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Categories: weired, art
Form: I do not know?

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