Young Blood Poems - Poems about Young Blood

...Old school is no longer appreciated, been made redundant, is anticipated. Youngblood’s heart is always on fire, he wishes that old school, would soon retire. Youngblood expects to be a leader......

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... I look around and frown to see eighty-plus-year-old clowns stuttering and stumbling around the corridors of power... From Slow-Joe Biden to Unelectable Mahmoud Abbas* ......

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...Outside in the garden an acrylic blue dragonfly takes my breath away, she is pinned on treated wood, a reminder of my mother's skillful hands Many a morning I played with my tea set on a dew fi......

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...Mirabella had a big garden of pretty Azaleas and towards moon she started a tap dance, showing her ballerina dress made by Chris; young boys came around and stole a glance! What was the secret ......

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...The sun tugs young hours, Wrings the day. Flowers spring, Pupils play, Waitlessness on one youngling. Longing eyes cashed the calendar, But father’s clock ticks. Abysmal second......

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...Sensual day on the life trip she searches The walk through broken glass accentuates the rare pleasure of disappointment She checks the mirror for past reflective glories Empty cradle tells n......

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...Their mere weapon was their forbidden courage, hands barren with no armaments, no ammunitions, marching towards the proud valley of death, dedication born from their sempiternal dreams of a free lan......

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...Through all my changes I was a dreamer and lived a trepidation and a ruse, but when she lay bare and I between her I lived the dream in my puberty blues. In a rush of young blood in curve......

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...I amuse myself by singing some nonsensical song utterly ridiculous, but totally satisfying in a young blood way I know this annoys my husband which somehow makes the song more delicious to me My ......

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...I am but an outcast member Misfortune led my reputation astray Fake people led me to nowhere So it's futile to prolong my days If only I were more rich in hope? I am a lion missing from its pr......

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...He could take what most found, in the time of that Particular incumbent fashion, to be lacking in any Pleasing or greatly passionate way, And, after immersing it into low, blue flame, Repeat......

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...…Cambodia, Rwanda, Syria… Wars never cease on the earth. Peace is pulverized. Each battle drags children into a vortex of anguish in the front line or at home. They lose their butterfli......

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...Watching toilet bowl lv highlight of snowy February 7th, 2021 Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf flush with adventure overflowing excitement. Apt aforementioned accurate personal ......

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...The ill woman lying silent in the steel wheelchair was a lady if elegance living in exuberant riches, who vividly remembers her as happy, generous, and fair? Somebody should honor her with hugs an......

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...In a city, today at 11:am in a nearby town, An elementary student took his own life down. In sorrow and anger I do murmur and walk. Children do not die of Covid, such b.s. talk. The Unions ju......

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