Unable To Cough Down My Poetry, The Unstable World Yields To Flow With Me. All They Can Do Is Listen And Obey All The Time Willingly, Without Dismay. Poem by Joshua Guillory

Unable To Cough Down My Poetry, The Unstable World Yields To Flow With Me. All They Can Do Is Listen And Obey All The Time Willingly, Without Dismay.



Unable to cough down my poetry,
The unstable world yields to flow with me.
All they can do is listen and obey
All the time willingly, without dismay.

- Joshua Aaron Guillory

Tuesday, April 20, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: victory
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submitted by me on poemhunter...4 20 2021... cough down (kill, end, drown, stop, defeat, etc.) yields to (yields to and or in order to) yields (stops, surrenders, gives up to, goes along with, togetherness, acceptance, etc.)
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