Brimming Poems - Poems about Brimming

I walk through the forest by the lake So many pictures I have to take Freshly fallen leaves embrace the ground Birds greet me with their welcoming sounds Tree branches reach out L as if to shake my hand A gesture I suspect asking me to respect their land The morning sun extends its warmth to the ground On the...

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HAT DRAMA I bring the hat drama, all the way hot and with so much swag I'll never, ever stop. Loyal to the royal, yes that's me when I'm brimming you will see. Bringing the hat drama all the way live no laughing, no playing, and clearly no jive. Bringing you the best in drama, looks, and shade B.E.T I'm willing to...

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It's time to do the singing, and I ready for my springing no need to do any clinging, if looking for me, you will see, and always find me Brimming You will not find me swimming, and you will never find me hemming don't' like dirt or stemming wherever the clouds are spinning, newspapers will be printing You always...

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Wisdom from above, enmeshed in Love, comes complete How then make more wisdom flow ... I didn't know But then the best teacher discovered this dithering fool, me - O how this Teacher renews my mind, unwinds the dark and dank in me From my belly a refreshing flow murmurs, then mumbles and rumbles And I see a vessel being...

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In Prisons Brimming With Their Tears And Lost Gold Where does man heal his tired soul when old, in black castles brimming with sad tears and gold? Along rivers that ooze of his stinging dark pains, imprisoned in shades of his misery and stains. Lord knows we made our foul and blackened beds filled them with savage cuts in our hard...

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In Prisons Brimming With Their Tears And Lost Gold Where does man heal his tired soul when old, in black castles brimming with sad tears and gold? Along rivers that ooze of his stinging dark pains, imprisoned in shades of his misery and stains. Lord knows we made our foul and blackened beds filled them with savage cuts in our hard...

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Brimming with echoes of their past When I dream of theses places I sometimes feel alone here I look around me and all I see Is a nothing a void in place I should be happy and free What is it that you tell me to do Where is it that you tell me to go Where I should go...

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Wander not I sayeth the acceptant, for on the course of comet tails thee fly. Seest thou not the onyx jewel of darkness in the eye of Lamb or lion? Wander not sayeth I. accept the cup full and brimming Have no longing for all is gifted thee. If teeth thy have then chew sayeth I for it is...

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