By Blow Poems - Poems about By Blow

...An empty space that seemed to yell Come hold me tight and this hunger quell A gentle touch, a warm caress A kiss so light without duress Over the rock the words flowed Breaking it down blow by b......

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..."Nobody but God knows you better than you know yourself." By author Dear Self, What can I say to you about yourself that you are not already aware of? You’ve taken tests on personalities and......

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...Make no mistake – though it looks fake, The snow is coming down And every flake will help to make On cars a snowy crown. Yet on the news, the weather crews Predict a change to rain, So kids w......

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... Inspired by Remorse, or Sphinx Embedded in the Sand by Salvador Dali I cast off my shoes, I experience thirst Lungs filled with sand, about to burst All evidence here suggests I will lose I e......

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...She stood beside him, vows once true, a promise bright, then burned right through. She wore his ring, she spoke his name, but love to her was just a game. I saw the distance in her eyes, a qui......

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... I noticed him a week ago while riding on the train. Angelic were his face and voice, but will we meet again? So shy was he (a bit like me), but once we got conversing, words between us flowed ......

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... I’m followed by two eyes that gaze out from the picture on the parlor wall. Those eyes! If they were real, I think I would feel numb to know from nowhere I had seen arise a monster from the dir......

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...Management asked if I could evaluate one of the employees, and as that happens to be within my noted abilities and well within the scope of the hotel's agenda, I concurred with the specif......

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...Whispers of who we are sometimes in the none conversations By Poet When I speak I fret, more than you know How do I come across, should I just go? I'm too aware ......

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...I don not know how to feel My broken heart will never heal It is bruised, broken and shattered From the awful way you battered It to pieces blow by blow I wish you could only know How you cut m......

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...white balloon of pulse beats its sluggish hops on March land matted with half melted snow freed from a nearby high rise balcony cut from its red and blue compatriots still hooked onto the rail......

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... Poetry is, a Martial Art. To give, receive angled view, looks and feels, old and new. Moves softly, with lethality. Delivers strikes out of chaos ballet. Focusing, on vul......

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...A shadow falls across the path he’s yet to walk; like the one that follows; torments, bedevils, then all the lightness swallows. A shadow falls across his thoughts each day he wakes; ebbed b......

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... The wind, a conductor of memories past, whispers of boostalgia, in each gust it casts, every play by play, blow by blow, moves us in the direction of refinement, victory, g......

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...Your will is what will now, let me be free ... 'Tis be darker times than before, more childless, This is crazy! Topsy turvey they'd be, matters of convenience act the mindless, It is the r......

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