Welled Poems - Poems about Welled

...Here's the true story of a beautiful girl. How the sun shone on her every curl. Like a proud oyster's flawless, crowning pearl, she was admired from all around - the sweetest angel in the tow......

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...To love someone who no longer loves you is the cruelest trick played by the world. I didn’t know you wanted me that way, I thought you only cared for my body, so I found another who seemed to want a ......

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...I was walking down a lonely street, wondering where everyone had gone. It was still daylight, My footsteps echoed as I journeyed along the empty road. As I walked, the road stretched further ......

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...It was a tale, but her eyes glittered as she spoke, her face beamed with a smile. Was there something she kept secret from us? We listened with rapt attention. She told us a story abou......

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...I stand on top of the hill of hope looking back at where I had been, daylight was running before me and the strange heat in the atmosphere was spreading warm air everywhere and a slight winds anchore......

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... When the wellspring failed, thirst recast the shape of longing. For the trust it bore had deserted us. We then knew not. if and when, its source would ever yield to meet our needs again. We d......

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...There I stood where the smell of ancient oaken trees ran cleanly clear through the time honored wood only to be hung there lithely clinging unto the very breath we could not do anything but hold… as ......

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...Near the yard, I heard the mother bird's loud cluck, A signal to pull a sly trick on the hick. Yuck! Her chicks all ran wild and scampered amok, Scattered by the bumpkin swinging a big stick. ......

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...You found me nearly hollowed out. A bag of bones upon the ground My soul retreats into my pith But not before you catch a glimpse My soul hides within my core For the light it had, it has no mor......

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...As an easy pushover and soft touch lamenting my demise Vultures swooped overhead and preyed on my vulnerabilities forcing me to carrion camping as fine young cannibals sharpened their knives an......

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...a wax tear formed on redwood heart in the dark yet lit by many a candle wick my dry eyes wet acapella soars blood sweat tears adorns welled up wall to wall ascent hearts rent and bou......

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...b a n g b a n g! I couldn't believe I just fired some shots there she laid... belly up counting the dust dead as loneliness buried in silence trouble b o l d l y stared st......

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...Never count your chicken before they hatch because you cannot tell what is hiding around the back, never build your hopes too high or place your dreams above the sky, when in doubt, do your researche......

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...I’ll scrape this mud off of my heels - That’s caked from years of trudging. And soak these wounds in orange peels - To persuade scabs into budging. This bar of soap, my sword of choice - Will ......

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...i lost you somewhere in the fog i lost you somewhere in the fog tuesday, the day we shared apple pie and coffee i knew by the way you swallowed your words and politely wiped the punctu......

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