Wrestle Poems - Poems about Wrestle

So the heart murmurs and the kidneys fail, The lungs draw wheezing breath as tedious chore, The joints in every limb - feeble and frail, The mind doesn’t remember anymore… Yet somehow, something, somewhere out of sight, Is full of joyous, everlasting light. Now it is time to call a spade a spade With the last...

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Human insecurity The cradle Of ignorance Through to Obscurity.'...

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Having bathed, we wait until the sun has fled the sky, Before we dry and dress to take the street. With one last blush of light upon the twilight wind, we fade into the darkness of the trees. our path is like a wire we must walk, like artists stepping cautiously along nothing sure except that, finally, we will meld...

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Wrestle with a problem for long, And your stay on the ground will be long. Wrestle with a problem for long, And the way up, will seem long. Wrestle with a problem for long, And your life will be short not long....

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Wrestle with me; the small voice weighs as does your brother when he prays. There's much so wrong, but also right I can council if you invite; Shepherd your tenet when it strays. Don't live in atavistic daze; closed minds the playground where He preys. Surrender not, put up a fight; wrestle with me. You love your pleasure, languid ways; that sort of life, it...

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Monday comes and my thoughts turn to fleeting things; I wrestle to run from it yet I lean on and on. chasing the wind that brings soul resting was far too gone. I know I needed the things that last forever; Not the ways of the wicket Nor the likes of the onlookers. Nosing around where I shouldn't be Noting down excretion that daunt...

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Now are all of you poets listening out there Us Canadians are hearty, we wrestle bears Not recommended for sure Myth says their eyesight is poor Us humans, they've eaten more than their share...

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Now are all ye poets listening up here Us Canadians are hearty, we wrestle bears Not recommended for sure Myth says their eyesight is poor But they've eaten more humans than their share...

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"CROCK" DOSSENBERG McHENRY WITH " SATAN'S WHISPER" BAMM DANGLES ...

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Wrestle Your Dreams, The Ones You Most Cherish Fear what more, love lost or imminent death life, its beauty extinguished, in last breath. Hold this thought, that life exists to live on and it has no more worth, once we are gone! Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold living dances better young, than when old. Love not life too...

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Why do I wrestle with the truth Think it over again and again Mull it through each little piece Was it right my part Or were there things I could have done Who knows now it’s ended Let it go and don’t think again Oh, if it were that simple. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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Wrestle it back you need not fear Even if you will shed a tear It is hard to take at the time When things don’t look to rhyme Each step up a mountain you take Is just one step at a time you partake The fear you felt is a natural thing To deal with once the bell will ring. © Paul Warren...

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10/17/16 Back to the fundamentals It's been happening worldwide, continental Wilted leaves and healthy flower petals Amid Large boulders or tiny pebbles Among soft to hard metals The rain at times may be gentle or torrential Call it quintessential Way before fishing vessels Or the use of any mortar and pestle Since the dawn of time, it's been rather elemental Regarding anything existential Some things were on...

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Now are all of you Soupers listening out there Us Canadians are damn hearty, we wrestle bears Not recommended for sure Myth says their eyesight is poor Not true! They've eaten more of us guys than their share © Jack Ellison 2015...

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In the ring alone, Gloveless and silent The competitor walks down Challenge in his eyes Is that what he wants Who is better, who's stronger It is my ring now, I'm in the centre Yet putting on his gloves He steals the middle Interrupting my silence, My gloveless moment And I just stand firm I will not give in Blow me, black me out, I will still remain gloveless In...

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