Before Noon Poems - Poems about Before Noon

...Daylight shouts like madman lurking on the roof And I could hear the early morning train from a distance speeding like bullets down the track disturbing the village people with its thundering horn ......

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...The most recognizable album cover in history, the photo of the Beatles crossing Abbey Road, taken in the summer of sixty nine, fifteen minutes before noon on August eight to be précised. An iconic......

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...There is a wind blowing around me, and something from the sea is draining my energy It is dragging me towards the battered shore And I have to take refuge behind the door but a giant wave pluc......

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...A spring poem I try to write a poem since it is the first of Mars The spring sun was looking huge, but not for long A black cloud bigger than the sun muscled in Stop! You are trying to write a......

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...Reality is rising out of the earth, mixing water with dirt, the children are playing in the mud from morning until sun down and the crisis in the street have disrupted the long awaited peace, and I p......

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...Reality is rising out of the earth, mixing water with dirt, the children are playing in the mud from morning until sun down and the crisis in the street have disrupted the long awaited peace, and I p......

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...It is twenty two o’clock in time Where days without numbers drop A pocket watch falls with broken hands Lost, out of sync with reality There where winds breath in shadows Consumed by the sun’......

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...It is twenty two o’clock in time Where days without numbers drop A pocket watch falls with broken hands Lost, out of sync with reality There where winds breath in shadows Consumed by the sun’......

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...Highlighters I sometimes dress up my highlighters in lace and give them pop quizzes on something’s that go on before noon. ......

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...Sunflowers like smiling balloons, round and robust, sounds of the stem bobbing like a string tied not to the past but to the soons. Lost before noon, the duct let out one final tear. Now she ......

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...I have this awful feeling that the universe is changing its shape, and the earth is going to increase the human race, the Meteorites are sailing through the sky, and the earth is racing in a differen......

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...I have been searching for a song to sing that has a perfect melody and a special rhythm, I have searched the entire town but that melody was nowhere to be found, I have searched high and low but my i......

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...You assume that you are on the correct path, you assume that destiny will lead you out of the dark; you assume that I can read your body language; you assume that I know your figurative meaning, you ......

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...A rhyme. Helps control the chaos. Time. Lime. Thyme. My ideas normally stray. So I tame them. They go further, anyway. Strolling through the downtown of my thoughts. Disjointed like dinosaur b......

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...I invite you on the show to tell me which way to go, I invite you on the show, to give constructive advice but you start to demoralize and we don’t need a Syracuse skeptic or New York critics, to sur......

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