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Wringed Poems - Poems about Wringed


Sunset - Death Of My Father Minichu
...By the sunset, you were ploughed In a new tableau of color for every sun's new goodbye— Life's bright glow on my skin fades now. On my face, faith has known better days— Smoothed stones— a walk......

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Categories: wringed, childhood, cry, dad, death,
Form: Rhyme
DO NOT MISS THE MOON, WHILE COUNTING THE STARS
...DO NOT MISS THE MOON, WHILE COUNTING THE STARS Do not be carried away by the deceit, Of an oozing chant of a back palm’s stew; For the meat that source and house it, Will slip and off it will dri......

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Categories: wringed, africa, anxiety, caregiving, day,
Form: Blank verse



The Masked Singer
...The Masked Singer is an entertainer on stage in masquerade A baker by day; a singer by night with accolade The Masked Singer dresses as a male and sometimes female He is a ***** but with many p......

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Categories: wringed, giving, image, inspirational, uplifting,
Form: Narrative
Forgetting How To Breath
...Weakened by the illnesses of life my body required assistance to breath. It progressed to the machine totally doing all the work. Life can wear you out to the point of a wringed out towel a......

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Categories: wringed, hope,
Form: Free verse
A Day For a Lifetime
...Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place, Changing who I’d know A loud bang broke the boredom and blue smoke filled the air, engine was A ’knoc......

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Categories: wringed, adventure, anxiety, food, memory,
Form: Ballad



Sigh of Sin ? (Part - 1)
...in this world of the limped nuptial i’ve appeared as a power-missile of the lac-dye that is used by the hindu women to paint the border of their feet the tooth-ache of some-one pumpkin th......

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Categories: wringed, fantasywomen, love, women,
Form: Prose Poetry
Mistake
...My body’s wringed from sacrifice, Crazed soul locked within, An offering that can’t please your gods. This sharp pain strikes me, Turning me into mucky ashes. And, look, the dark is knotting ......

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Categories: wringed, depression, sadme, me,
Form: Free verse
The River Called
...The river called my name, Whispering softly into my mind, The trees consumed my fears, Taking away all unsure anxiety, The rocks grabbed my soul, And wringed it of all frustration, The birds sa......

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Categories: wringed, art, nature, nostalgia, me,
Form: Free verse

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