My overcoat is worn out; my shirts also are worn out. And I ask to be allowed to have a lamp in the evening; it is indeed wearisome sitting alone in the dark.
quote by William Tyndale
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Redemption
Four A.M., two hours to go
I'm wearing out a lonely glow
I miss you more than I could know
Here I am, here I am
I've got my hand in redemption's side
These scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
I'll fit all of these monstrosities inside
and I'll come alive
With my fist down at your feet
I was running out of mysteries
Insecure and incomplete, here I am, here I am,
won't you get me?
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me, worn me
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Believe In Me
Where's the love we had ?
When did it go bad ?
Or am I just insecure ?
I give all I can
Baby I'm your man
Tell me what you're in this for
Remind me
I can't go on
I know not what to do
My heart is worn
I feel as If I'm through
Please believe in me
'Cause what I need is for you
To believe in me
Countless sleepless nights
Never ending fights
I'm trying to make your dreams come true
I will sacrifice to find paradise
But I need to know you're behind me
I can't go on
I know not what to do
My heart is worn
I feel as If I'm through
Please believe in me
'Cause what I need is for you
To believe in me
I can't go on
I know not what to do
My heart is worn
I feel as If I'm through
Please believe in me
'Cause what I need is for you
To believe in me
I can't go on
I know not what to do
My heart is worn
I feel as If I'm through
Please believe in me
'Cause what I need is for you
To believe in me
To believe in me
To believe in me
To believe in me
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Lenny
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Notes From My Elder Sister Whose One Year-old Son Died
these are his shoes
never used by him
these are his shirts
the best was worn
by him in his funeral
how can i keep a
picture of his face
forever?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Loves Worn Out Again
Written by gerry beckley and bill mumy, 1983
Found on your move.
Like you said, youd never get used to it
But its lost that old surprise
Time comes and goes so quiet now
Leaves emptiness behind our eyes
Oh, darling, if I could spare us
From an hour of the pain
Like you said, youd never get used to it
But loves worn out again
Winters here, bring the blankets out
To cover up the cold
Im dreamin of the good nights sleep
Like I used to know in days of old
You told me you felt all alone
But you did not tell me when
Like you said, youd never get used to it
But loves worn out again
Loves worn out again, darling
Its moved around the bend, darling
Theres no telling when
Well feel it again
Oh, maybe I cant see whats plainly in my view
Oh, I wish I was a better man, maybe its just you
But theres something goin on here
Like a wound that will not mend
Like you said, youd never get used to it
But loves worn out again
Loves worn out again, darling
Its moved around the bend, darling
Theres no telling when
Well feel it again
Loves worn out again, darling
Its moved around the bend, darling
Theres no telling when
Well feel it again
Loves worn out again, darling
Its moved around the bend, darling
Theres no telling when
Well feel it again ...
song performed by by America
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Scarlet Ribbon
There are many ribbons
that our armed forces wear.
The brightest one
that stands out the most
is the scarlet ribbon
worn across the chest.
Some may call it
by a different name,
the red badge of courage,
but to me it is still
the scarlet ribbon
worn for all to see.
Sadly, most of these ribbons
are worn posthumously.
17 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Worn Out Nervous Condition
Written by John Mellencamp
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I thought we were having fun
We were walking in the sun baby me and you
Now you give me the cheek every time we kiss
And I don't know what to do so
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I heard the miracle in your voice
The miracle gave me no choice
What am I gonna do here by myself
I'm so afraid of being all by myself so
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Designer clothes worn by children are like snowsuits worn by adults. Few can carry it off successfully.
quote by Fran Lebowitz
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Worn-out
Worn-out clothes
Worn-out bodies
Soul and I
We both move
Connecting ourselves
With nature
According to actions
According to thoughts.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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An adventure may be worn as a muddy spot or it may be worn as a proud insignia. It is the woman wearing it who makes it the one thing or the other.
quote by Norma Shearer
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I Give You This
There as searing beauty in the air
You breath. The is viscous tartar
In the teeth I leave.
No one can be wiser than the
Man who has worn it all,
Close to his chest.
I have worn nothing but diffident
Bequests.
So, you are better than all the rest.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Men Improve With The Years
I AM worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams;
And all day long I look
Upon this lady's beauty
As though I had found in a book
A pictured beauty,
pleased to have filled the eyes
Or the discerning ears,
Delighted to be but wise,
For men improve with the years;
And yet, and yet,
Is this my dream, or the truth?
O would that we had met
When I had my burning youth!
But I grow old among dreams,
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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A Marriage Ring
THE ring, so worn as you behold,
So thin, so pale, is yet of gold:
The passion such it was to prove--
Worn with life's care, love yet was love.
poem by George Crabbe
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Winter seclusion
Winter seclusion –
sitting propped against
the same worn post
poem by Matsuo Basho
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Coffee Pot
coffee pot, , ,
old, worn, stained
by service...
faithful,
ready to give
warmth and needed...
sharpness, clarity.....
we are no more,
and often less....
on our best days,
in our best worn jeans,
boots laced and ready.....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dark The Moods
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
The ones that 'use' to visit and annoy,
When I felt quite defeated.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
I could not rid or alone leave.
On me they fed as if a feast to feed.
I had to freeze all emotions,
Shown and worn on my sleeve.
They were too easily revealed.
Too easily perceived.
I had to pick myself up,
Off my knees.
There was a comfort in it,
With a welcome of a hopelessness that pleased.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
I could not rid or alone leave.
On me they fed as if a feast to feed.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
The ones that 'use' to visit and annoy,
When I felt quite defeated.
I had to freeze all emotions worn on my sleeve.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
I had to pick myself up off my knees.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
They 'use' to visit me when I...
They 'use' to visit me when I...
They 'use' to visit me when I felt,
Quite DEFEATED!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking For The Holes
I am looking for the holes
the holes in your jeans
because I want to know
are they worn out in the seat
or are they worn out in the knees
there are so many ways to wear
what we've got before it's gone
to make use of what is there
I don't wear anything I can't wipe my hands on
do your policies fit between the headlines
are they written in newsprint
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Not So Soft
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Coming From the Sky
Coming from the sky
The gyrating moments for all
Going here low and high
Till those luminous fall
Inside the fluttering bliss
The day of the evening goes
Everything that let to this
For all the fading glows
Yesterday was once new
Till it burned up in the evening
With the dark night to renew
And latest dawn to bring
Full of flowering and leaves
Of blossom’s speculation
With their longitude and briefs
Of its wordily education
Coming to this earth
Our wishful thoughts to give
Arrangements and its birth
That truly must grow to live
Nothing is new to be born
In every aspect of learning
Through revelation it’s worn
To every circle ways turning
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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A Momentary Longing To Hear Sad Advice From One Long Dead
Who was my teacher at Harvard. Did not wear overcoat
Saying to me as we walked across the Yard
Cold brittle autumn is you should be wearing overcoat. I said
You are not wearing overcoat. He said,
You should do as I say not do as I do.
Just how American it was and how late Forties it was
Delmore, but not I, was probably aware. He quoted Finnegans Wake to me
In his New York apartment sitting on chair
Table directly in front of him. There did he write? I am wondering.
Look at this photograph said of his mother and father.
Coney Island. Do they look happy? He couldn't figure it out.
Believed Pogo to be at the limits of our culture.
Pogo. Walt Kelly must have read Joyce Delmore said.
Why don't you ask him?
Why don't you ask Walt Kelly if he read Finnegans Wake or not.
Your parents don't look happy but it is just a photograph.
Maybe they felt awkward posing for photographs.
Maybe it is just a bad photograph. Delmore is not listening
I want to hear him tell me something sad but however true.
Delmore in his tomb is sitting. People say yes everyone is dying
But here read this happy book on the subject. Not Delmore. Not that rueful man.
poem by Kenneth Koch
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Winter Evening
When snow falls against the window,
Long sounds the evening bell...
For so many has the table
Been prepared, the house set in order.
From their wandering, many
Come on dark paths to this gateway.
The tree of grace is flowering in gold
Out of the cool sap of the earth.
In stillness, wanderer, step in:
Grief has worn the threshold into stone.
But see: in pure light, glowing
There on the table: bread and wine.
poem by Georg Trakl
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I sit alone...
I sit alone
In this cold dark room
No windows no doors
Just icy cold air
I live alone
In this cold dark room
No family no friends
Just loneliness to share
I stay alone
In this cold dark room
No voices no sounds
Just nobody to care
I probe alone
In this cold dark room
In my mind in my world
Just a room filled with despair
I roam alone
In this cold dark room
No way in no way out
Just a worn but rigid snare
I rust alone
In this cold dark room
Not because there is no other way
Just because its easier that way....
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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