Churned Up Poems - Poems about Churned Up

...My Bicycle The day and I are both hand in hand, brimming with a certain zippety-whippity-do while I sit atop my saddle, my bicycle, my hill with early morning mist ragged like candy floss ......

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...Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall. Proverbs 16: 18 she stood tall on the jagged edges of the cliff face worried as she noticed the rough seas whi......

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...Clueless unborn thou art my song The song for so long flew was not known, a long gone for so long soaring unborn Adored the floral fragrance in, gone dried in mundane time left behind The glow was......

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...Shines would soon be taken off poetry, When machines replace humans as judges, By then wisdom will have fled human minds, Making AI seem more intelligent. Poems churned out will then be wishy-w......

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...A banner flutters in miniature pride, stars frozen mid-waltz, stripes folding like gentle waves— a tiny chorus of red, white, blue. I imagine the seam of that paper flag, its edges serrated li......

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... on ... those "some" days u smile u wink u laugh (pity) sing, maybe get the "gotta" done baby steps (babies can't walk) still ... place each foot put IT on - the mask the act la grande......

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...On the Birth of AI Poetry With reckoning, we must conclude Our techno masters have pursued The human brain to cast aside As muse embraces its new bride And so the columns that once fell To ......

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...Clear at the edges, I can see every ripple of sand on the bed of the ocean as I swim. Towards the centre of the beach the sea becomes opaque, The sand churned up by the waves and the greater depth ......

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...I Tried to Unlearn ……. his name , his face, his memory but each morning they kept resurfacing; rubber ringed feelings that would not sink no matter how hard I pushed down. So I journeyed to p......

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... Insert the word as an un-churned need, hammer claw it, until a loud sincerity believes in itself. Scarlet rose or Lilly white the erotic hibiscus deceives. That word is a bottle of red......

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...Jah God above all gods Name, itself, baes the staff and rod As all creation revers His name Deeming the name holy and perfect without stain! Emblematic Name extends comfort and security Grantin......

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...O boulder, with pitch resin shine! Flicker fine at night! Fate and Fortune, thus we dine! Sign, O line of sight! Ichor in immortal veins? Crenellate to hold. No use waiting for the rains! Sa......

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...'Twas dawn and all the sky blazed red. The tell-tales snapped like waving flags. The keening wind was full of dread; all surplus sails were stowed in bags. Though somewhere on the restless mai......

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...I called to the hills, but my echo was still. Swallowed up in the hush of a silent chill. Why has my echo failed to return? Why do the hills spurn my yearn? Where has it gone, for someone else to......

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...How can I sever wolf-waves from the selfish sea? I ache to cut the rogue from the relentless flow his crest —swelled in high rise on testosterone tide— swindles my tease to tame his blue Neptune f......

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