Cliffhanger Poems - Poems about Cliffhanger

An empty closet and cliffhanger A gift to little George, A member of Windsor Castle. Mood, over mindfulness , They are riverine songs Moody, churned up Uncertain and floral Rejoicing whence The turbid and morbid Glum and glee And a morn and A corn These all are Cosmos and a cosmic Emotions are changing textures Where these all are Changing surface On an eggplant The purple surface Soothes Where the goosebump Of...

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It was tranquil sultry August, and the birds were singing, The insects were all buzzing, and toad frogs were springing. And I was deep in the mountains, taking snapshots of nature; For I felt I was a good photographer, though only an amateur. A few of my best photographs, were winners of local contests, Which encouraged and inspired me, to...

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Each book in my library must be read, each one, each and every one, vagrant, homeless papers must find a forever home, I must edit, amend, revise, reword and condense a poem- Rattled, I search for my keys, oh collywobbles! Yearning for tranquility instead of this constant dither and tizzy, and daunting days of jitters, willies, shivers and heebie-jeebies, and my...

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Each book in my library must be read, each one, each and every one, vagrant, homeless papers must find a forever home, I must edit, amend, revise, reword and condense a poem- Rattled, I search for my keys, oh collywobbles! Yearning for tranquility instead of this constant dither and tizzy, and daunting days of jitters, willies, shivers and heebie-jeebies, and my...

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to bolt for the door, the simplicity, to jolt at the knob, with such energy, a radiant Paris sunset like one never quite seen before, the mystery, but he's more than metaphor, and if he is, then why is she on the next flight out of London?...

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In the midst of conclusion, this breathtaking, last sight. Fitting the peace of final sigh, the picture perfect landscape spread out beneath a sky clear as Heaven’s light. The vastness of nature’s reach and the danger of death combined in dance creates an epic last note in which one edge of balance will topple onto the other. In a flash, my past performs...

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This place is my serenity. This place is my sanctuary. I dare you to take it away, before I leave it myself. It's not so far down, It's not so bad they are only stones- beneath the kidnapping waves- before you hit the sharp granite- which barely touches the waters surface. It's not so bad you know, relying on fate, testing your faith, because before you lose...

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as our congregation of lying nitwits & corporate whores beat the drum incessantly BAM BAM BAM BAM bringing pain to the eardrums of the american people, with all their fingers in the pies of the media sending cues to the hollow reporters who are pretending to ponder every next “move” of the republicans & the democrats (two puppet hands from the same puppeteer, whose eyes...

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In Dire Straits we now find Rosie, Sitting with Hammond in her kitchen, cozy. If only she'd taken her pain medicine Gone with friends to the UFO convention, Then she wouldn't be doing the wine and dine, Scared of this vacuum salesmans intention. He says he wears spandex boxer shorts His cologne smells like nuclear waste of some sort, And his complexion...

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I am a poet And I dont even know it Or do I........

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Teetering on the edge staring into the darkness below the swirling emptiness reminds me of my soul a bottomless pit filled with hopes and dreams never to be reached and yet I dangle day after day I should have lept by now to discover new depths or to end old disappointments but like the punch...

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Oceanward sail the yachts and liners, a match stick flotilla in a green whirlpool bath seen from the dizzying height of the cliff top. Beside the lighthouse, ghostly echoes of crashing waves and wheeling gulls reverberate upwards from sand and rock. Scents of seaweed, bottle green surf, bracing, intoxicating, sailing on the stropped edge of a rainy needlepoint breeze. All the while black storm...

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