Tag: Gigglinggranny
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Poem about Living ones Life
Living Life – If dying, would life I waste, Would I be in such a haste, Running at fanatic pace? Or time left, would I embrace? – Ambitions, mine, would I scoff, Let my goals remain put off? Devote life, to other’s plan, Have no voice as spirits wan? – Would I look to deeper…
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Poem about Dream of Death
Deathly Dream – I had a dream last night. Listen close to my plight. Stranger came to my home, Cloaked in black, he did roam. – Calling out, knew my name. Trembling now, not a game. Truth dawns, striking vivid. Hold resolve stand rigid. – Death, come, I welcome thee. From this world set me…
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Poem about Going Out To Eat
The Pub – Lonely, hungry, need to eat. Tired, depressed, so dam beat. Eating out again tonight, Wanting food prepared just right. – Joint is busy, too much noise. Rapping music, destroys poise. Sleazy pub, greasy menu. Should have found better venue. – The hour, happy, feel better. Unwind, escape from fetter. Talking, mingling, watching…
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Poem about a Gloomy Mood
Sorrowful Night – Tearing eyes filled with sorrow Heart sinking, full of harrow Once again, black hole prevails Listen close . . . to silent wails – Torment creeps, unsuspected. Dark, my thoughts, resurrected. What ill deed, did I inflict, That gloom’s cloud over me picked? – Groping blind, searching in dark Inner core. My…
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Poem on a Dirty House
Filthy House – Stains drip down the oven door. Bread crumbs scattered on the floor. Webs of dust, all filled with bugs. Stains cover living room rugs. – Who can live in filth like this? With open eyes, cannot miss Clutter and filth as I roam. Disgusting, if not my home. – When it’s your…
June Nash 