Pangs Poems - Poems about Pangs

The atmosphere was alive and palpable, surreal really as the aegean blue of electrons after a summer downpour, where the crickets take a short reprieve to zen the petrichor. The little company looked one to another, spellbound by the new revelations. "Hillary and the...

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Some love pangs culminate in birth pangs others develop fangs...

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Deep in dust Lost in the swamp Drowned by the heavy wind Left alone to the dark Left side, there's no hope And no papa's touch Then who? Molded and melted in the truck of hope And crying to be embraced in Mama's arm There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure Lost to the days Gold and jewelries Pounds and money Paper and books Ink and inks Lost to the...

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poetry’s starved - after days of bountiful buffets and open bar...

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stones within snow wombs restlessly leap to be born ~ weak sun midwifery 17 January 2022...

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Hey man ! Flatfoot, dang! Why you dragging your leg Don't you know them there shoes you wear are just too small like peg Them there shoes you wear are too small, y'all! ~ Where are your arches and Where is your perrier How can you twist in your turn As you try walk as you fall not dance...

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Expel those bitter pangs of unrequited love Lest the pungent taste of gall infest the soul, And steal the joy unattended in your heart For love that’s lost is seldom ever reclaimed. By fast-held pining, sorrow, and crying spells Consider how quickly your lover went away, Likely, to embrace another with open arms Shedding nary a tear nor suffering the loss. written July...

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Mine emotionally fraught days of yore spilt presentiment tinged blood into sucker punched battle fatigued war weary veteran. He (yours truly) doth presently ramble, scrabble, and trundle across gutted landscape strewn with psychological potsherds. Oppressive alienation hashtags me as outcast, where new born babes technical abilities surpassed scant infantile savviness (mine) spurring notion, whereby yours truly lived ages ago, when pace of life sedate compared with present era...

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Now at an advanced crotchety age namely three score plus one Earth orbitz around the nearest star, yours truly revisits poignant episodes foisting launching snapchatting one after another crisis sidelining ability to cope pursuing life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whiz hard by at light speed. Though just a kid during third industrial revolution, I remember feeling lost in space (age) and agog at being on the cusp,...

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It was unnerving a growling demon of deprivation, an enemy that lurks in shadows, but the eyes don't lie silver spoons do tarnish with lack of use they're tucked away from public eye shamed by the ideals of the elite without capital leverage they can't bargain for slices of pie alone, starving souls often remain on the threshold of pain reaching for anything to fill the void, to cease the sound...

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Sadly Pangs I Hurt I Pain So- sadden am I shall I cry pangs in pain am I hurt sadden 7/29/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020...

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For months, I've come to sense it well- that loneliness, as none before. In feelings of unrest, I dwell on what is now- and what's in store. At first, confined to home- so sad, deprived of friends and family. For cellphones, live stream, I was glad, ...

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Pangs of exile In the season of the fallen leaf Pangs of exile, pangs of grief Should I join the expat web? I will still receive The Sheaf Pangs of exile, pangs of grief I listen to a foreign tongue The sound goes on the evening long Oh to hear the name O’Keefe - Pangs of exile, pangs of grief - - Murphy, Kelly or...

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Who are you working for What are your choices Why you screaming Who are you representing Why? are you messaging Stop texting... Labor pangs And your not having a baby What Who are you working for What are your choices be quiet or start cussing> Stop your complaining...

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The sign actually said ‘Universal Disposal’ but the haggard squalid creature Had no time for such ephemeral discourse he could just about spell his name Kanja meaning water born and his parents had hoped he would reach the Source They had died of Aids and he was sifting through rubble syringes sanitary towels At the land fill site...

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