Whittle Down Poems - Poems about Whittle Down

...As we age, we whittle down The things that we can do Or the ways that we can do them So we last the whole day through. I’ve whittled down my exercise And how much I can drink. My energy’s bee......

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...A bird in a cage, I refuse to be bound, Transport Adaptee will never break me, I am no rotting fish; for all to see , Your rules are like chains ,time to break them down, I'm no prune and certai......

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... The folded corners and wrinkled pages of catalogs that were tattered and ripped From the first of October until late in December we drooled, we fawned, we lusted, we swooned and giggled mut......

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...Why I need a man when I am too much in a lady-like skin ? There are hundreds of reasons, there must be. The first reason is perhaps loneliness. Over-pouring. Overflowing. Fictitious charac......

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...Cries of beast and man intertwine, mortals lamenting what has been done, this night is filled with sorrow, forever horrific scenes pressed into the mind. From this sorrow, can glory really take f......

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...The time has finally come, at last, To start to whittle down the past. I comb the closets and each drawer For things I don’t wear anymore. My tennis shorts for younger thighs; My Reeboks worn ......

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...Purposely, intentionally enter out my reluctance and enter in a nose dive back into the past a Samurai Jack experience It has to be here somewhere these long forgotten memoirs pieced together yet......

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... I got a gat that's badder than yours My rat-a-tat-tat makes a whole lot of noise My metal numbers, whether big or small, can outperform yours in the streets or at the mall......

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...You dig a tunnel and blind it with velvelt You throw a rose on the velvelt and welcome me to the throne What do you call my crime? You water down my wine and whittle down the sparkle You savour......

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... I consume twisted winds from your soul, To retrieve cruel love from aching hole, I accept poisoned and twisted past, Invoking true love that forever lasts. . As we have been cheated by......

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...Whenever windstorms vaunt majestic force, the elements of earth revise their face, a flowing stream may even change its course or yeasting agents alter claimant space. Whenever windstorms vaunt......

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...to be a single woman in america & aging to boot, one must have breasts that sing to the air (that never fall, that never sag, that never do anything but what the magazines show on their covers). to ......

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... Passion Passion can be very good, But it is misunderstood. “Passion” comes from the word for “suffering,” So, in a sense, without buffering: It can give, but it too takes, For e......

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...Devices pull at my trigger coaxing with memory vacant to urge a splurge from me without regret, without vigor, an ageless chant that can't rise to the level of ethics or all corruption resoun......

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...Hefty doctrines shape the flesh with centuries of arrogance from the thieving classes until every brand wields potential to kill off multitudes of souls asleep, yet no longer dreaming of salvati......

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