Carpet Poems - Poems about Carpet

“I just wish the world was twice as big and half of it was still unexplored.” —Quote by David Attenborough --------------------------------------------------------------- Three rivers meet here in ecstasy five thousand feet above sea level guarded by range of mountains and hills where tea, coffee, rose, cardamom breeze stupefies air, mist completes the drink. With bated breath all that breathe just wait for NeelaKurinji, fine...

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I hold three magic rocks within my hand As I am standing upon golden sand Rolling them over and over again Leaving reality for somewhere strange.. I find I’m on a magic carpet ride Over earth and sea, joy I cannot hide I’m so lucky to have a bird’s eye view Look up and perhaps you will see...

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SITTING ON MULTICOLORED CARPET SQUARES LOST IN THOUGHT, BUT THINKING OF NOTHING AND NOONE SO MANY RIVERS HAVE CHANGED IN RANGE OF FLOW UNEXPECTED ARE THE DIRECTIONS THAT THE ROCKS SKIP IT IS THEN THE THE MULTICOLORED CARPET SQUARES BECOME AMBIDEXTROUS UNPREDICTABLE ARE THE INTERCHANGES OF TIME ALL BREEZEWAYS AND ENTRYWAYS BECOME MORE NARROW WITH ABUSED AGE ALL OF A...

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Just ‘round the corner, A carpet of gold, From the branches of ginkgos, Was there to behold. The lovely-shaped leaves Also covered some cars, So you couldn’t tell Hondas From sleek Jag-u-ars. I waded through piles, Their yellow so bright That all who walked by Got a dose of delight. In a matter of days, Nature’s vacuum will sweep All that carpet away, Likely while we’re asleep. ...

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Carpet I accede to licking the suburban carpet clean under my bed following the resignation of my vacuum. ...

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Melted in the background of the forefront of my mind Thinking about all of the thoughts I've left far behind Now everything within my head seems so very intertwined The asterisk by the questions of answers I'll never find Interference is what confuses my once solid mental state Fear is the illusion that...

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shock in. abundance transitory & irregular once refashioned in random diversity of erotic existence yet deliberate innocence of heart...

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. for public domain Carpet Cleaning What should we leave behind? Debts? Memories sublime? Undeserved blessings passed on to us? A fare for free passage on a Greyhound bus? Whatever we share during a life; A bit of our wisdom, comfort in strife, A plot of good soil to nourish a seed. Let goodness crown our legacy. Lay unearned treasures for those to come, that they...

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This storys old but I will tell it anyways What’s brewing is the same speech I gave myself yesterday I'm using old material And it's not even feasible! And clearly not working You can find those words between the grave and me You’ll find my scribbled ink resting at the bottom of the Alfords plea Your landscape; my world...

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In the realm where stars lay down a carpet of dreams, A kiss becomes a temple, crowned with silent whispers, And the moon, guardian in the night, lights up her secrets, Pouring silver over our garden, eternal and fragrant. In the dance of destiny, lips meet, Silent chapters written across a starry sky, in endless presence, A gateway to the world...

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RED CARPET red carpet of kings and queens rolled out it’s the one our grandparents knew it rolls one up in a heap we struggle to understand that suffering and death are ‘specially seen in the latter years i used to be green i’d hear the thunder crack of cancer see the scintilla of light under the door i’d wonder of it but not know the knowing fills bone marrow the scraping of the bones’ throes ...

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Dear carpet, I really admire you. From the hellish flames Of stinky toes And shoes, and paws, And the cat’s dirty claws You look up and gather The pieces of life Good or bad You don’t care Either way, You’ll keep it there But now I’m burdened With the tormenting task Of erasing those memories And cleaning you up...

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rainbowed ghosts rustling underfoot each tells a story...

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miracles like milk prosperity like water beautiful growth like perfection still learning about so many definitions though older, still a child asking the Elder questions though wiser, still green and making many mistakes in the grass of life continuing to hang in the freezer continuing to be crazy from the heat still wishing for a moderate balance i too look at everything in...

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boldly she brought us forward zooming into a twilight day a flying carpet ride romantic in every way...

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