Best Succumbed Poems
Succumbed To PovertyI may not have a bicycle to ride
But I am still happy to have a leg
I may have lost my respect
But at least I earn money when I beg
I may not have a good house to live in
I may not have enough to eat
But there...
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Categories:
succumbed, grief, leaving, life, poverty,
Form:
Rhyme
I'Ve SuccumbedMy body failing to be young
My strongest past years I have sung
Bruises they appear
Cancer is a fear
Some unexpressed pains on my tongue
First fingers then wrists do succumb
An old lady I have become
New knees and some hips
Why not some new lips?
My age has me simply undone
Written:...
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Categories:
succumbed, age, old,
Form:
Limerick
The Man Who Never SuccumbedIn a full glare of mishaps,
Weariness that has engulfed in a close weight,
Worries which have encompassed in a high gear,
Hitches with fears in tolls,
Pressures mounted in a great capacity,
Troubles beefed up at a high esteem,
Hardwork and integrity without a fair share,
Suicide which is now a...
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Categories:
succumbed, depression, emotions, encouraging, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Splendiferous So Simply Succumbed"Every enigmatic environment enlists enlightened emotions" Quote by The Poet
Spectacular silvery spangled, star studded sky, so serene.
Under universal utterances uniquely unabashed, unseen.
Wildest wind wails when weakened, was warm weather.
Trees towering, trying to triumphantly touch together.
Serendipitous splendor soothes soulful scenes.
Gracefully groomed, growing greens.
Lustrous light looms,...
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Categories:
succumbed, environment,
Form:
Alliteration
And Poetry Succumbedand poetry succumbed
its tentacles loped off
lest they touch one
who came too near
their sting drained
vitriol and venom
adrift on a motionless sea
an oil slick calm of
“Hallmarkian” mediocrity
denying the rise of waves
the hollow roar of breakers
the depth of truth’s iciness
numbing the poets soul
John G. Lawless
©11/19/2018...
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Categories:
succumbed, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
My Fetty DetoxA gutsy move to say the least,
A desperate reach to say the most.
There's nothing I can say right now,
If I'm to meet my greatest ghost.
This feeling of the ending near,
Yet I can't seem to lift my hand.
My pores secreting this iced fire,
How was this...
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Categories:
succumbed, addiction, america, best friend,
Form:
Free verse