Wretched Poems - Poems about Wretched

That`s not Safe ...

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wildflower wet wildflower wagging with woeful...

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Lo, do I grasp with my wretched fingers, Onto where my heart it still lingers, Tendrils hold as though a parasite, With it's life causes my blight, Even withered it does not die, For its mother hears its cry, Nurturing back to good health, Yet it is I who have dealth, Suttle thoughts fuel the proliferation, Making death its instrumentation, Rest from it comes with...

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We are here sorrowfully happy We are here crying and smiling We are Rich only on TV We are Rich only on newspapers. Where are they says the leaders Give them the remnants to eat They deserves a natural glass of wine And something to take as protein. We are here living happily happy With our swollen faces smiling Lest we appear wretched on TV Wearing...

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• Hum a little tune • As you wait for the bus • When it sings something wretched • Don't stir up a fuss ...

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Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite (any relationship between the following poem and living persons - namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious). nevertheless he suffers existential blight covered head to toe in black and blue bruises linkedin wherein yours truly (himself) did self flagellate, less for religious reasons, than cuz he felt contrite about his mein kampf and hard times, where purpose...

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Wretched is the man, who has not seen the sea, of day Who has not heard the seagulls cry above the waves, Who did not walk long hours to think, or dream Who has not seen the ships sailing for distant Egypt. Unhappy is man, who does not think of the sea, often Who has not rested his soul alone...

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The wretched bow their head As they shuffle along unled Lost to the world without souls No longer counted or enrolled Once they looked you in the eye Their knowledge gained held high But now beaten down instead Their only world now full of dread Who now will take up their fight Going forward with the right They wait for a leader to rise...

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The wicked clouds swirled together in the dark evening sky. John hurried down the steep dusty steps of the storm cellar. In John's arms was David, his sickly son. As the rain pours down onto the unfortunate pair, David sleeps in the comforting arms of his father. Once at the bottom of the steps, John...

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Spitting venomous words Like sour milk leaving an unsuspecting mouth A face contorted into an unrecognizable creature Tears pour from reddened eyes Entity of a woman gone mad...

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Thou wretched spot, thou churlish little knave, canst thou in truth believe thine own deceit? Engendered by thy lusts, thou art a slave, ensconced by thy morality’s retreat. Ye target those placed trusting in your care, such innocent, inquisitive young minds, yet lurking in thy cerebellar lair, a single thought, corrupting all it finds. Thou seekest normalized attraction thus, outraged when thy detractors say...

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I do not belittle good A little good is a lot The smaller the better. The consequence of goodness is good Nothing saves us from calamities Like the good we do. Get use to good Good is usually good He who does good reaps good. Greatness & goodness rarely meet in one man Goodness is not in greatness Greatness is in goodness. The one who...

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Putin, Putin, yes I want you, A marked man, with another few, So busy creating your own demise, Brazen, proud of your war, no disguise. Putin, Putin you are going to hell, And your marching clones, I foretell, Will all, hear the sound of the calling bell, For where you are bound, is no hotel. Putin Putin, yes I want you, A disgrace, is...

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Had an epiphany this morning and yet, the screeching and scratching of the voices is always at hand. The only thing I can trust this day and age is the walls talking to me. Ceremoniously, I want my consciousness to die. Alas, it lies wake and unfolds the lashes concocted. From the whips of a tormented psyche. I...

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Always unimpressed Never cares about others interest Ever willing to get you suppressed Often desiring to be defended Oh human existence Joy of the wretched Tears of the opulence Man is ever unsatisfied Life is beautiful Life is meaningful Some are insatiable Certain behaviours are unbelievable Work while the light fades Work with life in the shades Reap the fruits of your labour Leap the joy of your harbor An...

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