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Gold Dredging

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© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: dredging, emotions, together, work,
Form: Free verse
Dredging
Dredging (9/24/19)

I’ve considered putting my hair
Into a ponytail when I’m sleeping
Because my hair not soft against my
Cheek and gets in my eyes and is
Hot. I’ve also considered getting
Another better-paying job. Both
Have ended with the same result.

I’ve awareness of my surroundings,
But I’m in open space. Maybe...

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Categories: dredging, anxiety, depression, fear, love,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Dredging Up My Own Voice
conscientious today
sharing my poetic light
penning my very first wonderful kerf

figuring out a way
to pen my unique insight
confidence shaken by blue papa smurf

in the manner of Joyce
there is a smile on my face
skating across ice as snow bunnies surf

dredging up my own voice
winning this poetic race
sliding...

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Categories: dredging, writing,
Form: Free verse

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Premium Member Dredging Up My Own Voice
conscientious today
sharing my poetic light
penning my very first wonderful kerf

figuring out a way
to pen my unique insight
confidence shaken by blue papa smurf

in the manner of Joyce
there is a smile on my face
skating across ice as snow bunnies surf

dredging up my own voice
winning this poetic race
sliding...

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Categories: dredging, writing,
Form: Free verse
Dredging Trump and Hedging
Dredging Trump and Hedging

For things about Trump did start dredging;
As usual his supporters had been hedging;
Is dimwitted;
Be committed;
Always doing bad things are all allegedly.

Jim Horn...

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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: dredging, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Dredging Thoughts
Dredging Thoughts
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015

On the river of life
Of late I’m dredging,
Thoughts from aged sand;

My mind, like a bottle,
That suddenly came uncapped,
Pours forth long disregarded contents, 
From when life was good,
And mostly pleasing,

Things thought heretofore 
Forever trapped, I’m finding,
Was just capture and liberate;


The older...

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© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: dredging, life,
Form: Free verse




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