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Succumbed Poems - Poems about Succumbed


My Fetty Detox
A 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 ever what God had planned? Sinister music heard in the background, As...

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Categories: succumbed, addiction, america, best friend,
Form: Free verse
I'Ve Succumbed
My 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: 7-28-2019...

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Categories: succumbed, age, old,
Form: Limerick



Premium Member And Poetry Succumbed
and 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
The Man Who Never Succumbed
In 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 close ally, Temptations with thoughts of giving up, Rejection covers the face...

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Categories: succumbed, depression, emotions, encouraging, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Succumbed To Poverty
I 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 is enough in the bins I may not be able to...

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Categories: succumbed, grief, leaving, life, poverty,
Form: Rhyme




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