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frustration – Poems by her.
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A poem a day keeps the clouds away. March 31, 2015. I probably just need sleep. And to clean my room. It’s the things we need to do that. We should do,. Not the things that we did but. We shouldn’t have. Sometimes I just wish. I could dissolve into a puddle. And not exist for 10 minutes. And recover while in my liquid form. No I am firmly solid. Rigid and oddly shaped,. Will not conform to the shapes you want me to. It’s the things we need to do that. We should do,. Not the things that we did but. Positi...
nostalgia – Poems by her.
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A poem a day keeps the clouds away. April 14, 2015. I came to present a paper at a conference. Feeling foreign in my business clothes. Formally dressed in this place where I was so casual. No bra bare nails no skirts long hair no heels my bare face. I had this event on my calendar for months. Is how I felt,. Seeing the remnants of the skin I had just shed,. But still uncomfortable in my new face. Everything so familiar, the quad, the clock tower, my professor, some of my classmates,. Talking to you under...
shewhowrites – Poems by her.
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A poem a day keeps the clouds away. Commitment [0r lack thereof]. Commitment [0r lack thereof]. June 19, 2016. July 26, 2016. She doesn’t want a boyfriend. 8220;I don’t need anymore friends…”. She’s done sleeping with strangers,. Letting undeserving boys into. He’s not like any of the previous ones. White like a glass of milk,. Stark against the memory of the bitterness of almond and chocolates. He sees your impulses as harmful. He might be right. Anxious all day after talking all night,. November 2, 2015.
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Sometimes, I Worry About Marmalade | A Confederacy of Spinsters
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A Confederacy of Spinsters. Sex, Dating, and Surviving Your Twenties. Skip to primary content. Sometimes, I Worry About Marmalade. May 15, 2013. Millenial women, I have concerns. It’s not a usual complaint too many of us living with our parents or forgetting how to use our vocal cords, because of. But something more insidious. I am worried about all the marmalade. Have you preserved something lately? What’s the big deal, Grace? What worries me is the canning. The domestic arts are important, under-apprec...
If I | thenaughtypoet
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Poetry in my own words. If I were not a man. I would tear you from my womb. Erase the tears from my shoulders. The smiling scars inside my desolate heart. I would erase them. Letting the relentless ache slowly fade away. Leaving not a single trace. That there ever was a you or I…. March 18, 2014. This entry was posted in poem. And tagged desolate heart. 3 thoughts on “ If I. March 18, 2014 at 6:49 am. This went straight for the heart. Beautiful verse. March 18, 2014 at 11:17 am. April 1, 2014 at 4:52 am.
thenaughtypoet | thenaughtypoet
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Poetry in my own words. Just wasted life…. July 12, 2014. May 7, 2014. I will speak my mind anyway. Even though you see every word of it laid squarely at your feet. Believing in your own wretched lies. A web of deception. No longer any lines. Can no longer tell a truth from a lie. Careful of the deceit you weave. For karma’s a bitch. And soon I hope she will pay you a visit…. April 1, 2014. Tagged Deny Deny Deny. A hand from above. Not letting me drown. Away from the blackness. Soaring to new heights.
Pardon | thenaughtypoet
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Poetry in my own words. I will speak my mind anyway. Even though you see every word of it laid squarely at your feet. Believing in your own wretched lies. A web of deception. No longer any lines. Can no longer tell a truth from a lie. Careful of the deceit you weave. For karma’s a bitch. And soon I hope she will pay you a visit…. April 1, 2014. This entry was posted in poem. And tagged Deny Deny Deny. One thought on “ Pardon. April 25, 2014 at 6:05 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
Fragile | thenaughtypoet
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Poetry in my own words. May 7, 2014. This entry was posted in Depression. And tagged Barren Wasteland. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Follow Blog via Email.
Drowned | thenaughtypoet
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Poetry in my own words. A hand from above. Not letting me drown. Away from the blackness. Soaring to new heights. Just watching me fall. A short moment in my time. March 22, 2014. This entry was posted in poem. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new posts via email.
thenaughtypoet | Poetry in my own words | Page 2
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Poetry in my own words. Newer posts →. Please I don’t want to hear it. Your words ring hollow. They don’t mean a thing. They just create a hollow thumping. An insane banging inside my brain. I would if I could. But I can’t. Not because I won’t. But for the reason that I am broken. My wires are crossed. My circuits are fried. All I carry inside is darkness. A lonely that never goes. How many times can I explain I can’t just wish this away? A past hiding around every corner. Yet somehow just out of reach.
Sober | thenaughtypoet
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Poetry in my own words. Just wasted life…. July 12, 2014. This entry was posted in Depression. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new posts via email.
Where? | thenaughtypoet
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Poetry in my own words. If I →. Where have you gone? All these years flying by. What could have been. More or less aggressive? The pendulum of fate never quite swinging in our direction. So where have you gone after all these years? You have gone to memory. Gone to mildew and yellow. Gone to age gracefully. Fused forever into the fabric of my being…. March 11, 2014. This entry was posted in poem. If I →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Email (Address never made public). Misfits throw...
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Poems from my heart
Poems from my heart. Words of expression by Harriette Glover. This poem was commissioned for a very special little boy of one our nurses. Struggling with his fight against cancer, our unit banded together and created a quilt with more than 100 of our handprints. After much prayer and consideration, I wrote this poem. A beautiful young seedling stood low to the ground,. Not quite as tall as the stalks all around. 8220;How will I ever grow to be strong and tall,. That none stood as tall and majestic as he.
Poems by Harry Fassett
Poems by Harry Fassett. Monday, June 20, 2005. I was probably The One Jesus. I was probably the one who shook you as violently as the storm was to wake you, and pleaded for you to calm it. I was probably the one who sank into the ocean when you called me to come to you. I was probably the one who scolded the women for washing your feet with precious oil, and wasting it. I was probably the one who had forsaken you for 30 pieces of silver. I was probably the one who denied you three times.
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December 24, 2016. Attention to this movement within this nation,. The overbearing flow that grew from immigration,. To seek purpose and happiness, is all within our power,. But to convince others of yours lies fatal, in every hour. In these twisted turn of events we have dropped many a voice,. Onto sidewalks stained with red, it is more common to see it. Unholstered then it is contained. Moreso than the actions that a person can take,. We starve the dreams, the bread never bakes. I am restless,. Life is...
Poems by her. | A poem a day keeps the clouds away.
A poem a day keeps the clouds away. April 14, 2015. I came to present a paper at a conference. Feeling foreign in my business clothes. Formally dressed in this place where I was so casual. No bra bare nails no skirts long hair no heels my bare face. I had this event on my calendar for months. Is how I felt,. Seeing the remnants of the skin I had just shed,. But still uncomfortable in my new face. Everything so familiar, the quad, the clock tower, my professor, some of my classmates,. Talking to you under...
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These are the poems that I've written to show and express the different feelings, sentiments, moods and emotions that I have. View my complete profile. NOONG SIMPLE PA ANG MUNDO. BECAUSE THERE WAS YOU. THE RAGE OF MAN. YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW. Thursday, February 16, 2006. Part I (A Prayer - Gratitude). I kneel in front of you. Glorifying and praising you. For your countless blessings. And for all the kindness. Amidst all the hardships. I thank you for taking me. Always into your arms. A family I tr...
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Poems Within My Lifetime. I post 2 poems each weekend-Viewed in 78 countries-See bio for email. Wednesday, December 7, 2016. GOD’S Perfect plan. GOD’S Perfect plan. What in the world is it going to take. To rid this planet of jealousy and hate. Has satan's grip consumed so many people that. For some when Messiah comes it will be too late. There are many different beliefs in Go. But we know that only the one who lives is true. Just how do we know this to be a fact. To love thy neighbor as thy self. I saw ...
Poems by john f connor
Poems by john f connor. Sign my guestbook leave a comment. I got here ok. I am still here. I am still here 2. My Right To Mourn. I Never Left You. Picture Added To Poem. If you enjoy my poems please check out my books Believe 1 Believe 2 and Believe 3 all from Amazon . Believe 3 is a tribute to my dearest wife who lost her fight with breast cancer in August 2015 filled with heartfelt poems written in my darkest days I wrote to give myself comfort and to help other who go through grief.
