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- Drunk Rant 2 at sharepoetry
Originate your muddled worth you wretched woe of man. / And though you spite your very ways know not that you're the plan. / / For not one other has such brazen lock heart loathing of itself. / You truly know the wrinkled worth of nothing aging o - Spade at sharepoetry
Simple syllables surcease the subtleties of sonnet. / Prevent the parable of passion from provoking. / Appease appearances of awe and aspiration. / Depress the deepened decent of desperation. / Evoke the elicited elevation of emotional emancipatio - Trudge at sharepoetry
His mind and heart are truly aimed, / his chest still broad and stout. / / Though his honor had since been shamed- / with no respite from his surname, / he saunters fraught with doubt. / / The deep crevice upon his brow, / so scared with - Dare Daisey at sharepoetry
There was a flower on Saunter street, / that sprouted in an awkward place. / In the traffic of our passing feet, / where joggers quickly run at pace. / / The other flowers mocked it so, / making fun of his separate ways. / But when the sun - Oblivious Excursion at sharepoetry
Two men set out on a venturesome quest, / into the desert sand. / Each had a book but discarded the rest, / with no sure outcome planned. / They walked in long leaps of faith heading west, / not knowing where they'd land. / Neither sure how to - The Week Before Christmas at sharepoetry
Twas the week before Christmas and all through the day. / All the parents were frantically running each way. / They searched high and low, for just the right toys. / To fulfill all the lists of the good girls and boys. / / Stores have their sto - Sleepy Season at sharepoetry
The porcelain peace of the forests shall, / draped over after winter storm. / Looks soft and white while covering all, / appearing deceivingly warm. / / When the trees have stripped and thinned, / then the circle readjusts. / The silence se - Literary Indulgence at sharepoetry
We spin a tale or song so sweet, / each person can relate. / For us it seems a natural feat, / to expressively create. / / When our writings are complete, / we nudge them into light. / If our works have kept the beat, / then we have done - Progenitor's Flight at sharepoetry
The lonely bird that flew too fast, / and then out flew his flock. / The things flown over in his past, / would now put him in shock. / / His motive ever seeming clear, / he dashed right through the air. / His ending never seeming near, - Billy Wright's Christmas Redemption at sharepoetry
Once upon a Christmas night, when most had gone to sleep. / A little boy named Billy Wright, was soon to make a peep. / A plan was hatching in his mind, to catch the old Chris Cringle. / He stirred and tossed trying to fight the urge - Heliocentric Contemplation at sharepoetry
Its maddening how deep it goes, / a stretch so far that no one knows. / Where nary even wind will blow. / An emptiness where nothing has a name. / / A vast expanse of endless random, / with seldom circumstance in tandem, / and things to big - Drunk Rant at sharepoetry
I don't drink... / / I saw that people drink in the movies when they are pissed. / / I am pissed... / / So I popped open a bottle of rum and started slamming. / / I am angry... / / No bonus of any kind this year because there are - Scaled Purpose at sharepoetry
I stopped to watch the ants one day, / They never seem to stop. / There seems no time for them to play. / I wonder what they’d have to say; / “Excuse me I must tend my crop” / / I then looked up to ask someone, / Fore maybe they would know. - Botched Plan at sharepoetry
As a young child my path was clear. / My mind had not yet filled with fear. / I knew exactly what to be, / Though it was not the same each year. / / A hero was my first decree. / To fight ‘bad’ and defend the free. / Even so young I was aw - Precious Gem at sharepoetry
When love is young and new to sprout, / it over whelms and all consumes- / with amorous and mind perfumes. / Putting blinders on the heart- / with no intent to let it out. / / When you learn each others quirks, / familiarity can numb- / l - Vicariously Borderline at sharepoetry
Malevolent butterflies shred / the pink tissue of his gut. / / His mind rapidly darts from / one innocuous trivial ism to another. / / His senses no more then tormentors / frenzying his mind like a perceptual / gang bang. / / The c - I Stop at sharepoetry
I long to touch the hem of fate, / And dance along its shore. / I need to feel a stable state, / And know I could have more. / I want to see the end of hate, / And tally peaceful score. / / I deny its opportunity- / And cast away its chan - Rhythms Riddle at allpoetry
First a beat to start the tick,
Then add the strum but not too thick, - Animalistic Dance at allpoetry
I could smell her sweet aroma,
From the room across the hall. - Vagabond at allpoetry
Sun split are the lips of this tired soul.
Too young yet to fly but too old to grow. - Mother's Clay at allpoetry
When I was a child, my home was not rich.
My clothes second hand and several with stitch. - Haiku Season Collection at sharepoetry
Spring raindrops pound dust / cleansing the air with dirt smell / swaddled by white noise / / Heat waves warp my view / the sun taunts with a puddle / always out of reach / / Sweet cool Texas wind / changes direction so fast / with n - The Smitten Wicked at sharepoetry
What happened to the world we knew? / When did we lose our way? / Or have my memories been eschewed? / Was it just yesterday? / Was not our faith in war renewed, / To fight the bad away? / I must admit, I can't ignore, / The lack of enemy in - Animalistic Dance at sharepoetry
ADULTS ONLY!! - Stinky Bill (Halloween Poem) at sharepoetry
This is the story of Stinky Bill. / A man who's smell would make you ill. / A terrible voice that sounds so shrill. / He truly is a freak. / / Bill lives in a shack dingy and dark, / a place you wouldn't want embark. / A dog guards it with - The Barn (poe tribute) at sharepoetry
So long ago when I was nine, there was a place that chilled my spine. / A towering wooden ark stood beacon to my youthful scare. / For years I played across the street, its vision dancing in the heat. / Until the suns time to retreat, when hallowed - For You at sharepoetry
It is for you, the fan I write. / Your adorations makes me cheer. / I am inspired on this night. / I hope I’m not too forward here / I want to get this poem just right. / Forgive me for I must be clear. / I will describe what’s in my sight. - Gnothi Sauton at sharepoetry
I know you. / / The pain that shaped your hearts container, it does not but redefine ancient limits. / / True strength is not a monarch, but that which can find a way through the abyss of impossible. / / I know you.. / / When fair hear - Truth at sharepoetry
We ask the question off the cuff, / the answers given aren't enough. / / The question seems to make no sense, / the answers then in future tense. / / We analyze a piece, quite close. / The puzzle, then seems, way to gross. / / We try - Rhythm's Riddle at sharepoetry
First a beat to start the tick, / Then add the strum but not too thick, / Now increase tempo, thats the trick. / And with this begins the show. / / Once the sounds do come together. / People gather in all weather. / Dressed in chains and tw - Writer's Cross at sharepoetry
It first exists as nibbling thought, / an annoyance at the most. / It grows and gets so scolding hot, / our brains begin to roast. / / We seek refuge from the pounding. / So grasp we pen to write it out. / Our methods ever crazy sounding. - A Tissue (10min Game) at sharepoetry
Dependable is not an adequate- / description of your worth. / Your basic principle- / has been necessity since birth. / / To sanitize with such a silken- / smooth against your skin, / should be the only cleanliness- / that is considered s - Hipocritical Oath at sharepoetry
Forbid the young to read no farther. / This is a tale of some ones father. / If the faint of heart should still be reading- / Please just listen to my pleading. / A plant of rage I will be seeding. / This is a tale of some ones son. / / We - Warm Rain (10min game) at sharepoetry
I feel the sulky insult to my sense's sensibility, / the frail interpretation of the worlds soft humility. / / The weather is confused a bit and I am just the same, / the shock of wet has ebbed a bit and now in different frame. / / Perhaps i - Mother's Clay at sharepoetry
When I was a child, my home was not rich. / My clothes second hand and several with stitch. / My mothers poor mind was soon to unhitch. / And I too, was losing my way. / / Faced with a challenge no one would request. / She saw her burden and
