Best Plummet Poems

FALLING FROM THE HEIGHTS

Who knew the road would fill with gravel’s pain?
My feet, sore bare, beneath the calloused peat.
The sun beat hard, no friend the...

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Aloft, with keen eyes in sorbet skies’ raspberry half-light
visceral vibrations of vitality does await.
Soaring in a hush, with plumage plush, a silent stealth kite,
he glissades...

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he was like autumn
all around him 
                  ...

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now ...

dance for me …
eyes of polished onyx pierce
me like the keen edge of a scalpel,
deftly wielded ...
the blood of my black
heart flowing in and...

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As cold autumn winds strip the trees, 
Melancholy days have arrived.
Most flowers, already are frosted brown,
Though mums are the last to survive.

There's lots of fog...

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I can feel him in my bones. 
A chill has descended on my world
I can see him in the breath that forms a mist before...

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Written: March 07, 2024 For Constance La France Contest  

Quote by Rumi  "You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows....

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Some people think knots are for boy scouts and sailors
Cowboys, hangmen,Anglers and whalers
But knots have many jobs to do
To make this point I'll name a...

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I woke to the sound of sizzling bacon, the aroma of fresh baked Muffins and my Beautiful Lenore in her bright green Teddy. "Nubbies", I...

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Stealing a kiss in front of your friends,
ignites that twinkle within your eyes.
And on seeing your sensual smile,
desire assures passion never dies.

You are of exceptional...

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only foolish men
let their nation plummet, with
their eyes wide open...

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Time moves on forward fast,
Like rapids hurtling unheedingly headlong
Towards a sheer deep cascade,
And plummet down below in a mighty roar
To flow relentlessly towards the infinite...

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The vultures are waiting for the night.... Waiting for the sun to die...
They will find me in my darkest hour and pick my bones dry...
I...

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Step right up it's all the rage, 
 it's the dawning of a brand new age. 
The wonderful world of Iron and Clay, 
 finally...

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Dynamic ecstasy shuttles me past the powdered moon
Only to plummet downward toward the sadness of the waking shore
Oh how I dream to float amidst the...

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