Worsens Poems - Poems about Worsens

...The phone rang. Saying “Hello,” more quietly. Saying nothing. And the nothingness worsens over time. Times of hopelessness don’t exist. It’s just hopelessness. Not any particular time. No......

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...Your bedroom with a garden view Includes a view to the field Here we are, looking through Leaning on the window sill It’s calm, the early dusk hour My favorite time has come I sense the smell o......

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... Did silent lullabies make you fall asleep peacefully while some child of your blood squealed in his cradle: He was left alone. He wished you had stayed longer and yearned for a better life. ......

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...The sadness of getting lonely, weary and old is none other than the anguishing thought, we can't avoid feeling or mentioning at all cost; daily unrest triggers the awful death word! Will all f......

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...Written: August 13, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ Don't whine as regards how badly you feel. It is solely your obligation to heal. The pain it ......

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...Use 3 or more words in a poem 1. Bow 2. Lean 3. Park 4. Saw 5. Tear 6. Wound The Saw That Separates Saw in hand, my tight grip pushes, teeth bite into fragrant pine. They tear......

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...ZEN DEATH HAIKU V These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. A cat in heat can't catch a mouse? — pathetic! —Kinpu, loose translation by Michael R. Burch It's......

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...The World Cup went to Argentina. Those who like it still drink Maltina: In Nigeria, few, for love of France; If France had won would have done some dance. I guess Maradona had caused it; Would......

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...SHENANIGANS Shenanigans and hullabaloos of the Westerners worsens our sins in this societal ruins, washing-in it's wastes and wildness with unrest just like Amazon delivering parcels with its ......

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...Someday soon a season that is very harsh will overtake us - be it in the summer (when the lack of rainfall and autumn's chill are obliterated way past the fall, leaving mouths parched and bodi......

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...The greatest performance of my life. Howard’s proud piece de resistance award on Poetry Nook for my magnum opus “Rush Amid The Rapids” in their daily member section. After endless hours of toil,......

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...Stillborn Still dead Still arms, legs, And a head Still eyes open Spoken Still ripped from utero Still time to go A dream instead From cells molded Knees folded Named like me Who was she......

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...It's the simple things, That matter so much. A kind smile a hug, handshake Or a gentle touch Gentle is a lovely word A word that says it all Gentle words and gestures Help others if they fal......

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...It's high time we, humans, learn the valuable lessons, of taking care of our Earth, before the situation worsens!!......

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...the smell of her perfume is still in the air internal rolling hills with large stones give me blue relief it has been a few weeks and i am still on the sharp edge of last night melted snow falls f......

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