Airstream Poems - Poems about Airstream

...Found the abandoned misused tomb Metallic and ancient it slept Airstream trailer, silver bullet I wandered the forest and wept Found a rusted knife in the ash Metallic and ancient it slept A ......

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... When rainy skies are gray and sun shines through Remember to look up for the rainbow Colors bring clarity to what is true When things are foggy and it's hard to know A direction for your pu......

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...Treehouses, yurts, airstream trailers Ticket to utopia Velvet curtains, kaftans, capes Come with me Ladders, fire station pole, slides Promises promises Cushions, hammocks, vesper breezes Fo......

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...I woke up to my mother-in-law’s snoring noises loud and clear. Come! I said to my husband. I swear that your mother is near. Outside on our front lawn we saw a parked Airstream with windows wide. ......

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...Elongated dazzling radiance cast abeam sensational blinding brilliance thru eyelids cast agleam buoyed upon soundcloud airstream entire corporeal complex edifice rocked upon gently shimmering......

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...Nippy crisp morning’s walk Condensed clouds gathering for a dance Sounds of cheerful birds whistling their customary songs Underneath a hoody, shivering body feels cold wind’s upshot Fallen lea......

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...night hawk free gliding coasting a thermal airstream posted on October 8, 2018......

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...(Chorus) You think you've got swagger but really you hobble, you've got the jet lagger and you're drunk so you wobble, don't start on me mate 'cus I will bring trouble, to put it into slang words......

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...A reflection Today is the last day of June and thanks to a northerly wind and some rain, it has been a good month. It is a Siberian airstream wonder if it knew I was a communist until I saw it......

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...My mind is thirsty for her, I search her in the sky, I can hear the sound of her legs everywhere. That's why my mind is always cry. Sometimes she peeps into my thirsty mind, Sometimes she comes ......

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...SPEECHLESS SPOKEN WORD ARTISTE So if my vocal folds can’t collaborate to produce sounds to communicate loudly to your beautiful mind that I have an endless mission of loving you, can’t there be an......

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...Lightning transverses the sky like a living fire Anger burns through the soul with eerie desire The growth of it in temporal nixes of fifth element one must admire The meaning of increases greatly an......

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