Clanking Poems - Poems about Clanking

...“The sea casts a magic spell with the ever- rising breakers and the melody, the clanking of waves produce. It amazes us with the wonders hiding within its caverns. Without drawing any boundary or bar......

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...It gets kind of crazy living with 3 young boys, there’s always a mess and there’s constant noise. Their mouths constantly running, their little legs too; they rough-house like tiny wrestlers, off th......

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...Dripples When many drops SPLASH in a puddle and mottles the reflection Mappelled When geolocation plots or PINGS you in the wrong direction ......

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...Circular and square. And a little glimmer Of peace - Or agony. Cool beneath the waters. A small touch Of green - Or sunny coral. Clanking in mine ears - But beauty in these eyes - Throug......

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...Bull-black boots stamping like beating skin-tight drums steel capped with arched hands clanking castanets with crimson coronations like a goldfinch neck A guitar's fevered fret crescend......

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... To The North Pole Of Course (Part Two) The farmlands, bridges and countrysides woosh by in a rush then vanish before my eyes at a hundred and twenty six miles per hour. My......

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...Coming down to this lost pier Under the bridge of no sighs The bollards not used, no boats moor here Back and forth on the river they ply Carrying tourists, and locals as well To destinations ......

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...In the dark recessions of the corpse canals, Where the breaking of bones sounds the eerie air like the clanking of bells, Where the tearing of tendons whistle and hiss, Echoing across blood wat......

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...Random noises some loud some soft ramdom sounds the clanking down the hall close the door dim the lights let cuddle by the window my transparency my eagerness raising interest in our toge......

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...Blessed to watch you grow And prosper everyday Getting taller Getting stronger Living longer Becoming more independent A bird flying without its mother's wings You are a lifetime of goods ......

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...A hundred years from now or in the next moment I will be dead, gone and back. Not this 'I' with its sticky ego gumming up the works; forever tinkering, jury-rigging a mental machinery that w......

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...When we kill a tree Does a forest sigh Rustle with grief that One of them should die. Is there apprehension, Do the trees even hear, The clinking clanking sound As the felling gang draws near.......

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...A hundred years from now or in the next moment I will be dead, gone and back. Not this 'I' with its sticky ego gumming up the works; forever tinkering, jury-rigging a mental machinery that w......

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...Larks are ascending funnels of sky, songs smoke from enteral chimneys. In an industrial park a fine Autumn light burns bright. Shoes fill with walkers, we are out and praising the clanking ma......

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...I think that I shall never see, a stranger bird with a pedigree Receiving his reward for shame and greed Then tared and feathered and tied to a tree Old Rip Schneider’s deeds of shame Shatte......

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