"writhered" poems - Hello Poetry

Mary Shepherdess with hair the color of bark lead your sheep astray; To the writhered valley deep in the dark where the demons and witches play. Little lamb be not afraid your mistress is near; don't listen to what she may say she is Fear.

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC

threelittleangels

Dark Mary

Mary Shepherdess with hair the color of bark lead your sheep astray; To the writhered valley deep in the dark where the demons and witches play. Little lamb be not afraid your mistress is near; don't listen to what she may say she is Fear.

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He carried a heavy load worries and plans rolled into one Such a problem for a toad Weight on his back weighed a ton. Wrinkles tell him about them more lines than a writhered old log He has such major worries you see and he's not sure if he's a frog. He doesn't know the difference or indeed if he even cares. But he does his worries hence he thinks to this nothing compares. Bumps and lumps, fed up counting the more he has the more he screams often ending up with himself shouting in his sleep and his dreams. Such a heavy load for a toad (or frog).

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC

cheryl-love

Heavy Load

He carried a heavy load worries and plans rolled into one Such a problem for a toad Weight on his back weighed a ton. Wrinkles tell him about them more lines than a writhered old log He has such major worries you see and he's not sure if he's a frog. He doesn't know the difference or indeed if he even cares. But he does his worries hence he thinks to this nothing compares. Bumps and lumps, fed up counting the more he has the more he screams often ending up with himself shouting in his sleep and his dreams. Such a heavy load for a toad (or frog).

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Dead in that corner. No blood left to drain. Destroyed by depression, and writhered in pain. No life left to Break, No more tears to be Cried, Not another smile to Fake, Razors became stained With Suicide, Another young heart has Died, Too scarred to Survive.

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Aug 10, 2013

Aug 10, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC

fallenintorment

Lost Soul

Dead in that corner. No blood left to drain. Destroyed by depression, and writhered in pain. No life left to Break, No more tears to be Cried, Not another smile to Fake, Razors became stained With Suicide, Another young heart has Died, Too scarred to Survive.

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