Best Gradual Poems

So many of us have been through so much
in these recent years of covid, its been so hard
personally been horrendous with my stammer
so difficult not getting out feeling so barred

It seemed I was stuck in a rut
even when restrictions lifted, words block
but continue to seek...

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Cold turkey
I bounce off the wall before I step through
Seep through brick
A sudden stop is shocking
And a sudden stop is harsh
The first day is the hardest
It goes on forever
The second day is the hardest
It goes on for ever
Slowly I am wont to slip
And the itching...

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everything is eventual then it's happening --
we're moving in circles at a steady pace

the city got new search-lights pointing at the sky
 looking for a miracle in the clouds hanging there
worried about the things they've got to do,
like the war on terror, H1N1, your money...

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The rising of April has made its rouse
As the clattering song of a mating grouse
Sweet gentle breezes echoing spring
The morning dove wistfully sings
Sepia fields of unmade soil
Waiting patiently to be toiled
Sleeping bulbs awake to treasure the sun
A new journey of life has began
New born wildlife...

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?A grumpy grandpa (from Greece), gruff and gray,
is grazing on a grain of grass, graceful. 
He’s grumbling that the grim grave is growing 
greater and greedily greeting his grasp....

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Sweet chunks of sugar,
dissolve inside gradually,
It is nature to do so,
all good things in life must be taken,
as if you were laid back and had them long forsaken....

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A rush of cold air blows over my skin stirring deep emotions within, and pushed the solitude of hope through the door and anchors the destiny of truth upon my battered soul.

The open trenches of life stares blatantly at me through the creases and cracks...

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The safest road is not always fast, 
It will appear sometimes as a blast, 
Disguised wolf in sheep's wool, 
Naive destination is for the fool, 
Journey's end is loss for one's soul,
For it is the fee for the roads toll, 
You've made it, you've reached...

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Restless.
Gradual,
Haphazard,
Graced with the dexterity,
With jabs to its sides in the still wind,
With the dance of grey smoke from a pot of incense.
It breezes in the descending direction unto a platter. 

A mass of saltwater–as it'd find out later.
The roars of the tides,
The whistles of the...

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