Chinned Poems - Poems about Chinned

...Tinge, thy colors terrific. Weather wave, point where? Heaven and Hell, this may stick! Brick upon the bare. Red the rampant real? Rind? Rhyme. Tornados in time. Wind above the city, chime. ......

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... I hear a haunting melody drifting in the wind as though a Stradivarius had been chinned Gently, it dried the tears of willows weeping slowly drifted past my window as I lay sleeping ......

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...Learning to Love Myself Slowly, very slowly, am I coming to terms with how I look My double-chinned face, my flabby arms, my stomach. I think to myself that these are things I shouldn’t be allow......

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...Mosque cowed covenant I keep Putin off... and withheld broadcasting the following communication tucked away these many years, when president number forty five donned, jump/kick started, and tw......

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...so sweet the first kiss black-chinned hummingbird and rose ~ encounter at dawn Bird Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchen Date written: 03/15/2022......

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...I hear a melody floating in the wind Lyrical whispers played in F sharp as though a violin had been chinned or an angel is caressing the strings of a harp It dried the tears of willows, weeping......

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...My dear friend Jan this one’s for you I know you’re sick and feeling blue You know we love you and wish you well I’m sorry you’re quarantined and feel like hell I’ve written a limerick to make yo......

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...Moss Cowed Covenant I Keep Putin Off... For preservation, salvation, and veneration, though with hold ding temptation two mike pence sieve lee clear, to immoral majority mold toot hoods, (tho......

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...With eyes a little foggy, floating hands, I look to You just to see You enveloping everything and me. When I can, I fix on You, adoring You and hoping in what I know of You. It is enough— t......

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...My past sits on a shelf, in pictures, books and letters Occasionally I take it down, to make the present better Those youthful days back at home, when life was in full bloom Taken for granted they......

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...Chinese toothed, slack chinned concerned at the inrunning cold you flood the snowed path with light like a stage. Your singular silence incomprehensible for the coated shape, once known, now a......

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...Fifty Years Ago a Dedication It was nice day in the Caribbean Sea I was on a small tank ship called “Saphir” a radio message the president Kennedy had been assassinated. Deep silence in the me......

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...Ruby red throated, black chinned birds are here They fly in my porch and look at the door Inviting me,"Take your camera, we are to be here Until the winter cold blows, at least until wint......

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