Arrives Poems - Poems about Arrives

flowers and songbirds seasonal beauty arrives ~ sights and sounds of spring ...

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The sun on this September afternoon is not quite what it might have been in June, but hot enough. My barman’s chatting on, while somewhere, some lopsided carillon is clanging tunelessly. I’m in the square of San Francesco in Arezzo, where I’ve longed to be for years. Rome’s far behind (in fact it’s hard to summon Rome to mind, albeit I was there...

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Spring (also known as vernal) equinox arrives March 20th, 2025 at 5:01?AM in Northern Hemisphere out of hibernation, sans mancave, I will climb eastern standard time, when calendrical, celestial, and chronological prime airy factors mark onset of temperate clime mitt, also coincides with 'super worm equinox moon,' to this Earthling, would appear no larger than a dime though ironically enough, said satellite of Earth closest to this oblate spheroid whatever esoteric...

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Harmoniously welcoming spring, bunnies hop and jump over meadows birds tweet on treetops singing carols of love leaves unfurl in wonderment flowers blossom with delight, bathed in sun's cascading rays of light. ...

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Flames in my soul are stired Nothing cooling it down but air Deep within my demon awaken Doing nothing but ravages What could move an hellian so much Nothing but a touch from his past Death to all he seeks Death airs he reeks Asmodeus heir has arrived The seventh king has been crowned Let all you mortals...

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Beneath the Rubble Unfinished artwork waits on the shelf, Hidden between dark pages, Scribbles on paper long to be free. As a lover waits, it too waits, For the breath of life, Seasons pass without promise. In...

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Death Arrives on Earth Who Killed First? If it happened that there was no Fall, Then altered would be the nature of all Things. Does it mean that birth would be painless? Because if no fall, then Eve was blameless. And what of the serpent condemned to crawl? Would it still have legs and walk with a spraul? Maybe the snake would still walk, But...

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As the sun gently parts the sleepy clouds It casts hopeful rays upon the brand new day Banishing the shadows of the night That had ensnared the hopeful soul The morning breeze as it blows gently With melodies of truth and certainty Transforming every leaf into a dancer A testament that joy comes with dawn Nightingales, with voices full of promising tales Ushered in...

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wobbly wild west winds chasing away the evils? winter in wane wails? ...

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He awoke to the sound of the women working to prepare breakfast.He was so hungry he felt nausea welling up.Do you think I could have some more of that broth he asked.Not only was he given the salty aromatic broth but a warm hoecake to eat with it .Eat slowly Suzanne cautioned. ...

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Janae arrived in the summer in the back of a conch shell boat. After the frost had thawed on every single Alaskan float. Demons and wailing frogfish popped their heads out of the waves. Wondering whether to greet her or run back to their underground caves....

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the pilot arrives When the world was big, and my ship left Trinidad just as the sun set over the blue Caribbean and women, at the dockside waved goodbye forever, or perhaps not, if the ship returned with the same crew. The Panama Canal was efficient and American, all business The Pacific Ocean, the ship was a...

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Halogen hesitant glide incubates baskers Hush worship horizontal, roasting rascals Trust flail arms gleeful face of jack in box Toast salt pepper toes opposed to office socks Lopsided sway scintillates sea rolls repeat Lumen seduce dons haughty top-hat heat Haven from seasons, sunbathed succumb Hourglass conserve curdles cold’s equilibrium ...

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time wings on by we forget to say hi a notice arrives non-verbal goodbye tears well up now... we still recall how to point a finger at fate tho it's us who's too late...

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on swift wings comes spring, with a tumultous riot of sweet sounds and songs dandelions sprout. the earth in green mantle clad~ buds ready to burst. A heavenly ambiance and a throbbing vibration With the sun beaming high in brightly elation. Sky devoid of clouds looks plainly azure, And my mind dances in a thrill of pleasure....

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