Scrabbled Poems - Poems about Scrabbled

...I can feel it in my bones ringing in my ears the words I long to utter the things I hold near For a long time I held them close did not say them aloud I learned to pen them into poems But th......

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...Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite (any relationship between the following poem and living persons - namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious). neverth......

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...A perfect of delight the morning a brunch for 20 people. Delicious the word of the day Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers ,green onions,lime juice, cream Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese, Bacon and......

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...A perfect of delight the morning a brunch for 20 people. Delicious the word of the day Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers ,green onions,lime juice, cream Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese, Bacon and......

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...A perfect of delight the morning a brunch for 20 people. Delicious the word of the day Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers ,green onions,lime juice, cream Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese, Bacon and......

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... Mistakes were they deliberate or was it not intentional so what's the point wasting anyone's time? If one's intentions were true yet the pieces to the puzzle are scrabbled by past, pres......

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... "PreOccupation" spiced cut up poetry divides numbers intentional drivel moved to the side on a blank page into neat lines sucked up a much loved addic......

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...A poems but a whisper that lingers on the breeze. A few unspoken words appear like falling leaves. A treasure trove of memories dreams that haunt the mind. Jumbled words,scrabbled thoughts bor......

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...2022 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America Power outage here within mine happy hunting grounds (as well the ghosts of Lenni Lenape), viz Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania December tw......

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... "Small Mutinies" So what if my point of view is not that which wraps you in comfortably warm fluffed-up silky cashmere blankets of insecure insincerity simple sc......

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... “Scrabbled” I could write a book about all your dance moves fire handed on a platter heart beating like a hammer a body of work glanced at......

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...Pinned. Your thoughts, are censored, pinned in through your eyes. Scrabbled words which fall down your bitter throat not out into the freedom, outside your being, they poison you guts. Bec......

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...We arrived like windblown dirt, the steamer vomited us out then wallowed into a smug stillness. We migrants stood to be led somewhere, anywhere slowly we disembarked, disorganized and strag......

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...Night I am cold, though viscera burning, I have pierced on a spit my torso turning. Supposedly decomposing, et cetera; words as per usual, concerning; Do suggest a plethora, array, of conjured ......

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...Scrabbled words in my face, I don't know how to phrase. I run outside to ask for hint, from the chickens in a tent. They don't answer nor bother, but I'm sure they never falter, ......

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