Wheedling Poems - Poems about Wheedling

...Chaos and riots Epidemics and wars Confusion like tornado hurricane Confinement, speechless, quiet, calm, rest and unspoken words However people are drowned in the sounds of nature Rattle of th......

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...He puts it out there, the Schrödinger’s cat of invitations. Now, I’m irritated. “I TOLD you I don’t have time for.. involvement.” “But you have to eat - so eat with ME,” he shrugs. “You can bui......

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...IT’S A MAD WORLD In a Lancashire Accent. I went to the Confectioners today, there was a long queue outside, a metre apart, and it had started to rain. The assistant behind the counter had shiny ......

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...Justice for All time marches on reality's fire consumes— dreams go up in smoke Dishonest weights, deceptive scales forsake as chains of injustice rake the flesh of the preye......

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...Last night I dreamed I was being sexually assaulted. It was happening behind a big store sign set up on a sidewalk. The guy at first was just talking in a wheedling way about having to take care of a......

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...Delete, Delete, It’s Not! I picked a poem from a poetic past, Self-pity, lost love, and dramatic, Pressed the keys that shared it with the present, And then, and then There came a needling w......

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...With breathless zeal I did the deed In this, Pandora’s dorm-room bed, Self-gloating how I did succeed At wheedling such a pert coed, A playground chum, for years I’ve known This blithe tomboy ......

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.... "This is Spring" said I what could go wrong The sun shining with a soft warmth mine eyne glow......

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...October has finally come, Mr. sunshine wants me to have much fun; “Oh, my darling can’t you see? I’m so busy preparing for my birthday party.” Why do you keep on wheedling me? I don’t......

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...The bait shop was Green and worn with age. The ancient wheelbarrow Nestled beside it outside Like a last, clinging friend. The water below the pier Was an odd sky brown, And everyday was p......

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