Brooms Poems - Poems about Brooms

...O! Same place, same time morning chill and cracks of sun curled in dark doorway her shape, her pulse same line Same doorway she calls her home ‘tween supplements west and bath bombs east c......

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...If the dawn light we're not being pounded into blindness by the pelting rain, if the earth and sky ceased crashing into each other churning threads of twilight into a bitter pulp of cru......

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...Ominous thunder, prophecy or merely a warning? God’s hands clap loudly, oak tree or transformer must have been hit. Portentous night has turned still and bleak, silence as a warning Menacing cloud......

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...Reality is rising out of the earth, mixing water with dirt, the children are playing in the mud from morning until sun down and the crisis in the street have disrupted the long awaited peace, and I p......

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...Reality is rising out of the earth, mixing water with dirt, the children are playing in the mud from morning until sun down and the crisis in the street have disrupted the long awaited peace, and I p......

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...When we were in secondary school, we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every house. And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house; ......

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...When we were in secondary school, we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every house. And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house; ......

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...When we were in secondary school, we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every house. And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house; ......

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...Running away from dullness Sneak riding without a helmet Not caring about state rules Loving my hair blowing behind me Traveling west on Route 66 Because it has a lyrical feeling And it trave......

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...The rubiest shoes, on display, walked yellowest bricks all the way. The emerald glows, but Dorothy knows the rainbow hues melting away. A barrel of laughs in the night. Ho hum after witchiest......

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...As candidate of popularity contest In generating school fund was like a test I’ve witnessed my parents' full support Selling big grilled chicken was their last resort. We got lots of visitors w......

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...The list is enormous, I will try to think of the seasons Loving autumn, fresh start at school with new teachers Football games, hot apple cider, plaid skirts, freshly cut hair Some of the things I......

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... Let's get involved as a community by collaborating together on Limericks like the one posted here. If you want to join, send me your limerick(s) in a soup mail. Ghouls and goblins are such a fr......

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...Goblins and Ghosts haunting me invading my thoughts as I dream. Witches on brooms clowns looking mean devils are dancing skeletons scream. Bodies lay bleeding zombies abound dead peopl......

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... Necklace around heaven, nose drinks from studded chill, no fallen seed where she named raven in her stars; needless brooms how wash tears, nor nightingale feat this nigh movement in Sun's ca......

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