Wonts Poems - Poems about Wonts

...Through haunting steps was I lured here By a melody faint but clear To this glen where fancy drifted By the rays my sight was gifted Peering through a portal twixt Fae and mortal realm are mi......

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...Loss and Triumph You will always be the deepest part of me Though I may but rarely pass to see How life affects you, how it makes you grow If you fail or prosper, will I know? Forgive my havin......

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... Au Natural, our first birthday suits soon obscured by zip-up rompers and baby boots Baby’s not embarrassed by her appearance insecure parents run interference Nex......

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...Oh, damned February, As you breathe your last Exhale in farewell iciness Cold crystals fading gasp. Thus, is your fate in Northeast climes A fickle season’s whims and wonts Harsh winter backi......

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...A striking canvass of the night sky. Wept as the moon shone brightly. The mistiness provides a sense of calm. An upheaval arose amid the silence. Smooth orbs droop toward us. Such......

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...Always salty and usually bitter help encourage the spitter — still better than the wonts and those dreaded donts — saved by the tolerable quitter. ---------------------------------------------......

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...Alas, the long awaited warlord arrives Dressed in promising attire, Wearing hope like a battle gear It gently lures us to a blind date . With lots of hopes, wishes and dreams we yearn to fulfil......

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...Murdead Whales... Come, Viles, to roo'n mankind; Messied Wonts and Voors, cling to grassied side-be-side; Mersey's waves in vastest willeddest Summertime, Merdrer's muggying Wives, jogst very los......

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...The rushing wonts of action render these happenings unmovable, These feelings, passionately felt, to dull words ill and strained She clings, my koala, with chocolate eyes pining for my green Thoug......

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...Woman flows like a river. As the each drop of the water Joins with the river, With the variation of the Colour in it’s combination, The wonts and passions Shapes her. The new saplings That flow fro......

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...Life is a sluggish hag, That along loves to drag; The best one might do Is to let it snake around As it's by its wonts bound. And if it struggles to roll to its end, Don't let it start a figh......

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