Bulldozing Poems - Poems about Bulldozing

...Ah... the glory of a restful sleep Nothing beats the refreshing blissful peaceful easy feeling resulting from shut-eye after feeling zonked out staying up late after a hard day's night binge ......

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...To be clear... I’m not asking you to love this. I’m asking for you to meet me where the words land hard— where syllables ignite like the last coin burning a hole into your palm— ......

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...It rained for three days Constant outpouring awakens The dry river to life again A little farther besides our home I hear the rumbling sound Of water slowly snaking though Descending, bulldozin......

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...Psychologically still thirteen Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days familiarization with me would entail bringing the avid listener into my private mancave hideaways less a physical place th......

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...Written By: D. Collins 10/12/23 Is depriving people of food, fuel, and water genocide? With no reporters in Gaza and the world lets i......

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...It's not easy keeping yourself together when there is a part of you hiding away still darkened with fear. It's been curled up there for years. Then there's that other part of you who can't ke......

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... "The Will to Survive" It was a peaceful time back then in the dreams that were once our prepossessing future. sands of time dragged under our bare feet while the ......

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...You can hear the whisper of rain in the breeze feel it in your bones, taste it on your lips feel it on your skin, Please Dear God hear a prayer for rain... The parch earth thirst for rain the c......

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...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers listen through touch, they become deeper, more blunted, a vibration of mal......

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...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers don't grow deaf, they become deeper, more blunted, like mallets. His apa......

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...Money, has created the wealthy and many, who are unhealthy Money, has given us disease with a bacterium, of too many humans Money, has created the wars which has made, many sores Money, ......

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...Oak sprite man climbed up a piece of the bark To get a little higher, to peer into the bowels of the forest. They were coming; he could sense them They had not been in this part of the forest f......

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...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers don't grow deaf, they become deeper, more blunted, like mallets. His apa......

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...A FLOWER FOR THE FUTURE In 1964 a wall went up between East and West Berlin! What a barrier of shame, What a humanitarian sin, During the 28 years until November 1989, over eighty People ......

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...Never Can I begin to Comprehend How could I ever Understand what you went though Imagine what your eyes have seen Fathom what your ears have heard Feel the hunger that ravaged your body Compr......

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