Clew Poems - Poems about Clew

...when into scaly claws, sans first to sixth grade Precambrian relic (Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse, Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle). Invariably the majority ......

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...With serpent it's woven in clew near heart it makes sorcery truly, with pigeon all days it is new, It's cooing in white window newly. Then in a bright frost it will spark, In slumber of gillyf......

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...I ascend upto the sun And bathe in light amidst the darkness Around me, the stars; But shining none Fervid feels and freezing soul. Floating adrift, shackles apart, afar. Source? Destination......

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...hip of hemlock to forego discontent with bing hue man, who cherished tender mother-son glue and wondrous tribulation,  I harbored enshrined and unwittingly flew from pristine sanctuary secured ......

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...Within my brain there’s residue Of many things that I once knew And on occasion, from the blue, A word appears, as if on cue. For on my phone, the word on view (A daily treat, each morning due......

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...clew a thread unraveled it pulls me back away from the scene where I had done battle other heroes are god-touched their fathers' powers aiding them sore and wounded ... I retrace my s......

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...'Tis know wander nor em aye telling yew anything gnu, Hour tongue is awash with homophones confounding me end ewe. Ah, two sea thee broad expenses from a towering mountain peek; Thee pristeen se......

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...Memories are walls desecrated by graffiti of remembrance well intentioned people all around and me playing that „warm rabbit“ game (take a guess who the rabbit is) it feels like I'm one ......

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...A WREATH FOR SAINT VALENTINE’S DAY A clew within this virgin card from the head Which you denied and now which gives you hope Has come to me. When you opened your mouth The scent of honeysuckle dre......

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...a maze meant to spin ball of yarn to show the way ......

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...It was morning and I found myself mourning, for the child who'd disapeared. In this court of illusions I got caught in the madness; my fatal flaw. Now wrapped in sadness, caressing the floor......

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...Looking aloft Envisioned dream Dawn at Sea Tides crash abeam Seas mystery Attempts to bend Ready bow Sails to mend Backstay about Apparent wind A close reach Clew torn within Naviga......

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