Living harsh, can't sleep at night. A Broken Man poem by Ray Hansell. The words and deeds of men. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. The One Who Chooses The Broken Man Poem by Diane Montemayor. loved, appreciated. Find out what other deviants think - about anything at all. A love thats been lostA love not meant to beThat seems to be the story. Just don't get lost, And woe were I that day. Broken man walking the street. There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. Feels the pain in his feet. On church and square and market The noonday silence … i wanted to feel accepted. Poem by Aidan Ross. i can't lie I felt lonely today. That give a man a home, That ask no foolish questions, But set him on his feet; And save his wife and daughters From the workhouse and the street! Creator of hurt and suffering. Asleep amid the yuccas The city takes her ease — Till twilight brings the land-wind Experiment with DeviantArt’s own digital drawing tools. Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If … The Broken Man (Poem) Commission. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. The One Who Chooses The Broken Man Poem by Diane Montemayor - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Friday, November 20, 2020. Launch Audio in a New Window. An empty shell forlorn. And they say when life get hard, all we have to do is pray. i still feel it tugging at me. T. literature. By Rudyard Kipling. Paint a picture. Get paid for your art. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). Upload stories, poems, character descriptions & more. Master of my own undoing. Everyone he sees as dead. Life to him is one long fight. That give a man a home, That ask no foolish questions, But set him on his feet; And save his wife and daughters From the workhouse and the street! Ask the community. On church and square and market The noonday silence falls; You'll hear the drowsy mutter Of the fountain in our halls. Poll. Sell custom creations to people who love your style. Are Dover's cliffs still white? He pushes the needle into his vein. I felt not wanted, rejected, undervalued. The form remaining. Read poems about / on: london, weather, city, dance, ocean, god, silence, people, lost, home, wind, daughter, smile, The Broken Men Poem by Rudyard Kipling - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002. I tried to fall in love And gave true love But we were far apart Because we do not get along. I tried to fall in loveAnd gave true loveBut we were far apartBecause we do not get along.And here you are- my new loverPromise that we will lastWhat should I doPlease grant my request.Just don't get lost, When you are there I am encouragedEven though I can't love yetI hope you understand.I will give you my heartBy the time wound healsOnly time i am askinghope you will grant me; Just stay and don't get lost.I will try, just give me time, Please stay and do not turn your back, I need you to strengthen me.Please stay and make me happy, I will do the same, just wait for me patiently, I do not want to hurt you I love you but i am not yet ready The way she hurts me so deeply, Your love will keep me alive, Just stay with me. (‘Brother Square-Toes’ —Rewards and Fairies) If you can keep your head when all about you. The Hollow Men by T S Eliot - Famous poems ... - All Poetry Pounding noises, in his head. For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood --For excellent intention That did not turn to good;From ancient tales' renewing, From clouds we would not clear --Beyond the Law's pursuing We fled, and settled here.We took no tearful leaving, We bade no long good-byes;Men talked of crime and thieving, Men wrote of fraud and lies.To save our injured feelings 'T was time and time to go --Behind was dock and Dartmoor, Ahead lay Callao!The widow and the orphan That pray for ten per cent,They clapped their trailers on us To spy the road we went.They watched the foreign sailings (They scan the shipping still),And that's your Christian people Returning good for ill!God bless the thoughtfull islands Where never warrants come;God bless the just Republics That give a man a home,That ask no foolish questions, But set him on his feet;And save his wife and daughters From the workhouse and the street!On church and square and market The noonday silence falls;You'll hear the drowsy mutter Of the fountain in our halls.Asleep amid the yuccas The city takes her ease --Till twilight brings the land-wind To the clicking jalousies.Day long the diamond weather, The high, unaltered blue --The smell of goats and incense And the mule-bells tinkling through.Day long the warder ocean That keeps us from our kin,And once a month our levee When the English mail comes in.You'll find us up and waiting To treat you at the bar;You'll find us less exclusive Than the average English are.We'll meet you with a carriage, Too glad to show you round,But -- we do not lunch on steamers, For they are English ground.We sail o' nights to England And join our smiling Boards --Our wives go in with Viscounts And our daughters dance with Lords,But behind our princely doings, And behind each coup we make,We feel there's Something Waiting, And -- we meet It when we wake.Ah God!