Beading Poems - Poems about Beading

...This world? Moonlit dew flicked from a crane’s bill. —Eihei Dogen Kigen translation by Michael R. Burch Seventy-one? How long can a dewdrop last? —Eihei Dogen Kigen translation of his jisei ......

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...You open your mouth and music happens. Like talking became this melodic symphony of beats and rhythms. Like the wire running the length of the microphone stand became a judicial right. Every note,......

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...Clarion calm sea right before thunder; A man wave boarding, teens sit catching rays; An emerald gleams; No sweat beading on my iced drink; Time moves gently, I am spellbound; Waves fly ......

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... Tears fall, soundless memories, silent as dew, Struggling from the morning’s gentle eyes, clawing Through the promises, feelings blooming, Like the blessings of roses, soft petals bathing In ......

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...We were like smoke rings in the way that our bodies curled around one another, wisps of lovers' cries intermingled with the ecstasy we once discovered We were all arms, legs, hands and fingertips, t......

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... Ella peripherals the scene, instantly onboard. (A ship of fool.) An onlooker, a poor dead-wood, looks, to be particle_lurely bored. Then another quip came to her a......

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...She Walks in, Beauty in motion, Bright as sunlight, Melting in that smile, Drowning in those eyes Falling, I might be, Thinking of no other, Waiting for the moment Longing that this is real, Desp......

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...Lady bug water drop boogie Wha wha wha wha wha woogie Sliding down the slick verdant fern The little one yells “let me take a turn!” Lady bug water drop boogie Wha wha wha wha wha woogie Bubb......

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...The daughter of a professional seamstress, I am a tactile learner, I have to feel the possible fabric to make a decision. If it is rough like linen or denim, I am not a fan. I like flowing soft, p......

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...rain hitting the asphalt, the cracking concrete, water weaving its way down the overpass. Residents cover up with plastic, a conflagration of yellow light on garbage bags hitting tree tops, branch......

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...Each tiny movement was a reminder of the share. We had a bit of grandma’s warm quilt, chocolate in the air. Mom’s making hot cocoa, I told my sis, with marshmallows I think. We were happy to be he......

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...Calm your frayed nerves, dry beading brow You’ve reached the end, now time can cease How we got here, don’t ask me how Calm your frayed nerves, dry beading brow Accomplished as much as days would......

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...Fermented in farenheit the sizzle is way too hot Creeping up the backside beading up in that spot Shallow is the pool of fear where the drips do lie Bashful red is the color skin appearing shy Sh......

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...FREE VERSE VI Reason Without Rhyme by Michael R. Burch I used to be averse to free verse, but now I admit YOUR rhyming is WORSE! But alas, in the end, it’s all the same: all verse is u......

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...I sit here, waiting for a thought to help me A blank mind, a blank sheet of paper I firmly grip a long pencil, squeezing it tightly, Silently hoping and praying that I make it out alive Suddenly,......

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