Backbones Poems - Poems about Backbones

... Word choices: Nouns - Yoke, Heart Verbs - Eclipse, Erase Adjectives - Tender, Cold Carrying yokes on their necks To erase the hereditary poverty ......

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...Circumstances Poem Lionel Derbyshire Circumstances leaves you few A chances. No nick, no pick, no give me more. Just a little sauce. No custard tart. You in shoestring circumstance It's rou......

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... Baby birds Tucked in warm pew-nests Mouths agape to catch masticated lies Rather than growing Mature enough to bake The bread of life Frightened animals Leaving blinders on So......

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... Feathery clouds, cotton candy castles, whispery wind, My heart craves for the state of mind and existence as Clouds. Giants asleep, guardians of valleys, backbones of earth, My wisdom craves for......

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...Burning, broken bridges are fixed when fighters faint. Learners lothe their limits, but painters pick their paint. Builders break their backbones so we can wonder and wait, but city skyline s......

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...You can draw with the yellow ink while I draw with the green one Take your yellow ink and you will sketch the islands of: Grand Bahama, Abaco, Cay Sal Bank Bimini, Berry Islands, Andros, New ......

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...I saw them, there were so many young and old sick and broken a sea of black bodies hunched over and shuffling through a thick dense fog of worry and bewilderment their he......

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...There was a time when the great, gridiron classic, Was the ultimate in athletic pursuit. But lately, the evolution has been warped, by Policy & standards that have served to dilute. Mos......

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...Born from slaved backbones of our forefathers and mothers We have risen, Liberated, freed from encroachment Apprised through noble heritage, an abundance of history Mother Africa gave birth, infus......

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...January digs deeper into snow drifts. Chill fingers cripple backbones, make us walk like matchstick men. February is just a name we give to tomorrow, as if we could open that icebox to see if th......

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...very early right after I lost everything that day was born with me scared in the woods refuge of one who has forgotten the padded way of his own sanity feeling cold without sun rays or comfortin......

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...may be astounding often gets the heart pounding this life which we lead spiraling onward in expanding cosmic sea the planet and we we carry the backbones our genes allow to be grown free ......

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...households lurch creak unmoored hulls rocking the twang of whip lashed rigging as electric wires stretch pull up clods yards of plantings where once roots clutched bricked-up aluminum......

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...Mother comes out of you, father too, and my son makes a cradle for me with his elegant fingers. Many backward facing faces lead me to our tomorrow. I to the undercroft and the unknowable, you......

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...Glorious God that grips and grabs the heart of great grandees Who wangled on the walk-way of war and wastage They truly troubled me and I trembled tremendously But HE breaks their backbones bits b......

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