Aah Poems - Poems about Aah

Skipping is binary, one, nought, one, nought, one. Clip clop. Tick tock. One foot up, skip. Next foot up, skip. Hop, step and jump, 'tis hopscotch time. Heart in love, skips a beat. Electrons skip in quantum rings, dangling their participles. Skipping off-beat in music it's syncopation. Flat stone, flat-thrown bounces, skims and skips 'oer pond plink, ploink, plink ploink, plonk. Notice, perchance if you will, each skip is smaller, than...

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Aah... how great the taste of water... After lounging in bed until late morning/early afternoon we (the missus and I) felt restless as garden variety buffoon or think chrysalis itching to escape encased within cocoon nevertheless, she mustered hubby long since retired dragoon late morning/early after light clothing he must post haste festoon he protested against testing comfort zone merely donning galloon his self conscious morphology declaimed repeating honeymoon embarrassing...

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Aah, Spring Gardening (it does a body good) Written: by Miracle Man 4/15/2020 With April showers comes the threat of a storm, Nothing unusual in Oklahoma, it’s the norm. Last week, one day past ninety, this week a freeze, We’ve gone from howling winds to gentle breeze. I couldn’t wait to plant so now some nights i cover, And mid morning each day, I...

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aah, my red rose comes close by the red sea in the pink Valentine glee ... February 7, 2018 Roses are red - one liner - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Alexis Y...

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Spring ushers in our warming breezes, That whispers softly through the trees. Making liquescent, late winter freezes, Then blossoms appear, and later the bees. The trees will soon wear natures clothing, Currently standing naked, tall, and rigid. Shortly, the days will become less loathing, Because my time outside won’t be so frigid. ...

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Perhaps too much in the sun the flower Of your love is withering, or maybe It is the roots rotting since the shower Is too much. Perhaps it is the tree I need to trim; and since I am all these Perhaps it's I that must my presence Take to the lonely wilderness and wait....

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My love, she is like a rainbow forever eternal and emitting the brightest of colors. She is easy to gaze upon as she is also the reason that I smile each day and welcome each breath. My love, she is the answer to prayers and the compliment side to one half, which had existed as...

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