Best Hovers Poems

it’s difficult to begin to comprehend
the concept of eternity
when life is bustling around us all 
arrogantly pressing and urgent
so full of self importance

sometimes
in rare moments of silence
when the whole world seems asleep
without warning time stops and hovers

i get a glimpse of what could be
the thread...

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as the Sandman hovers above us
arm around you, bodies relaxed
electrical pulses from the brain surge 
my body slips into a paralysis 
everything is where it belongs
in the security of next to you
lies more than a reward for the day
i am far beyond mere satisfaction
i am...

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Hungry hawk hovers...
The unaware hatchlings peep...
MPlaced 10th in The Natural Thing To Do contestassed small birds chase threat...

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An uneasy truce hovers in the air
    combatants tense, no soldier dares
  to catch a minute's sleep
    the price of that, far too steep  

  Minutes pass, they feel like hours
    searchlights flare...

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The crazy relief,
from feeling romantic love;
Sometimes sweet and
Sometimes sour;
Can neither swallow,
Nor feel spitting out;
In journey to frenzied love, 
Experience amazing glee;
An avidity of consciousness,
Allures aspiring beauty,
Feel rhyme coming from it;
Romance is only road,
reaching charismatic love;
Seep emotions through,
Eyes, heart and soul;
And finally keel,
To its alluring pull;
Once...

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It gets lonely sometimes
Being the anchor as the empty boat hovers above my head

I visualize peace, try to manifest it

Sometimes I feel like it's almost there
Sometimes it passes before I even know it was

To be divine
I must learn to always be bright like the sun
And...

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I might be sincerely sick of this DeliciousLife when hovers like clouds golden
Fingers pray-like lovers barely breath-kissing.  Allow hungry hands eye-thirsty
		
To touch
please:	Your countrysided Curves
                Dew meadow puddle eyes
 ...

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I am highly entertained
though I see through the window what lies there:
yes, dark cloud hovers above our street
like a piece of rag.

But we admire contraries.
I am entertained because I hear rag -
all about pineapple, reflection,
stoptime, a paragon, a maple leaf.

You would never predict your treasure,
how...

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