Best Bellowing Poems

And so it is…
When the trees don’t speak, barely a whisper in the wind,
Wet petals stuck motionless to the ground as if pinned
When there is...

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I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change,
Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged.

Studying the said effects on...

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In wonderment I walk with the day  
billows blowing  
noticing not,  
a beginning nor an end  

lost in the mist of...

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And I begin my own steep climb into 
The Chalkland Downs              ...

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Sun golden shining warm upon the back speaks
wind cutting cold chills freezing thoughts held
captivating love standing a vigil faraway dream

Touching warm fingers of light in...

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It started with one utterance 
that grew into a shout.
That cry grew louder in his ear.
He could not get it out.

The bellowing prolonged itself,
and then...

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Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
(Part Two)

Song over, Poe told demon band to leave
And then pointed to the now empty stage
Wretched souls, look as...

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Sol slowly sinks into the pitch of night,
while cricket chirps join bellowing bullfrogs.
The setting sun colors the edge of light
while woodpeckers drum on old hollow...

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It wasn’t that I’d done you wrong
I'd welcomed you into my heart’s home
I'd cherished you
and I had fed you 
I'd protected you
I had let you...

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Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf...

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'Twas the night before Christmas and it was heavily snowing
The windows in the house rattled with the wind that was blowing
Santa looked out through the...

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These seasons which sing in silent symphonies,
   like the hush of a new age,
   like portals to pretence,
   actualized...

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Standing tall
here I am
attune to the future
but grounded in the past

sturdy and strong
a constant all along
I hear that lovely song

the seasons have come one by...

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Flowing Deep, Those Ghastly Shards Of Regret

Flowing deep, those ghastly shards of regret
and the spasms they birth in weeping soul
no reprieve, caught in that sorrowful...

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Part Three of the Sixth poet honored
(Emily Dickinson) in famous poets dedication series

(3.)

From Weeping Tears, No Longer Shall Joy Find In Heart Anything

Creeping thick fog...

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