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Best Hurriedness Poems


Premium Member Kissing For the Killing of Can'T -
Destinies departing from one another
like memories falling asleep as new experience births the extremes of Eternity,
striding past ourselves with fingers extended wildly
trying terribly to grab hold of knuckles with certainty buckling
as disbelief transforms into the unloving knowledge of impossibility,

in a recess of rules we defy...

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Categories: hurriedness, angel,
Form: Romanticism
Aging: the Golden Years
Aging,
The Golden Years


Life seems crueler as you age,
Another chapter of a browning page.
The golden years, the weakling bones,
The aches and pains, the constant moans,
The loneliness when the kids are grown,
The adjustment of being on their own.
When the busy years are suddenly gone,
And the hurriedness before...

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Categories: hurriedness, healthold, old,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member O Butterfly Beautiful
Of all creatures in my ornamental garden, simple,
I admire and adore you, O butterfly beautiful!
Might be due to your tenderness or feebleness,
Or even just because of your very beautifulness...
I see you enjoying your experimental world,
With freedom, fearlessness, and joy abundant;
You sit upon whatsoever flower you...

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Categories: hurriedness, beauty, butterfly, life, wisdom,
Form: Free verse

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Falling Asleep
Falling Asleep
                                       Roger White
Languorous head caresses feathered...

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Categories: hurriedness, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Short Verses
Short verses.

Hurriedness is a sin
Against art and nature
Slow down time.

The valley awakes 
Brush strokes of crimson
Rabbits in the field.

Beautiful May
Your rare flowers didn’t last long
Soon it will be June.

A field of oats
Wild and strew around
Mine? Surely not....

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© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: hurriedness, anger, animal, weather,
Form: Ballad
Through Fresh Eyes
THROUGH FRESH EYES

Through fresh eyes;
I now can see.
And can in a timely space
Of revelations that went afore,
And unmistakably neglected,
There were points in question,
Were done being in a hurriedness
Of striving to get a journey done,
And furthermore for yours truly,
To tell and relate,
That for now;
Is not quite...

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Categories: hurriedness, literature,
Form: Free verse




Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry