Clumped Poems - Poems about Clumped

...After President Joe Robinette Biden Junior withdrew from the presidential race... Planet earth (the Mother of all) breathed a collective and palpable sigh of relief, and I too deeply exhaled, ......

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... Holding onto a rail. I lean over to see my reflection mirrored in the water and small fish swimming in the camouflage of me. I muse whether they are feeding on my thoughts, nibbling on th......

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... Sunrise and already the water is being seared with a glow as if under a grill. You can feel the heat building in the morning air, the sand still warm from yesterday. The tide has left......

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... In the ebony night time stops to flow, the still hands of the impetus clock freeze the timeless infinite pathos in congealed instants for listless life wandering on the shadows of past, star......

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... When I was a child, I wondered Was deep sleep, death? Was every morning a new life, a new incarnation? Waking up, I found the people around me were the same I was the same too, not......

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...Gaelic: it was my mother's native tongue, and her grandmother’s elder tongue. Grandfather was a Romani gypsy, horses naturally understood his voice. My lips follow English, a tangled language ......

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...familiar foot traffic past a garden, plush menagerie of color and scents nervy stance from a snowball bush, resplendent with white rounded vases of blooms stately with milky p......

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...The sun went down to a melancholy beat. Harmonizing with the day's waning deceit A motion was seen in the evening shadow. Nightfall triggered mystery and hallow. It could have been ......

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...slang.. up-dogged = when you chip in to keep a conversation trend going fit = gorgeous buje = unexplainable glamor football minute = a minute, that with time-outs, that lasts a half an hour. ......

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...I journey across time to get what is rightfully mine; I journey across time to view the galaxies from the hill and absorb the sweet scents from succulent grape blowing from a distance. The st......

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...I was a passionate, aspiring musician, striving quite hard to be a success; As nature lovers try hard to succeed, at living where pretty flowers press. Rosy days teemed with activity and planning......

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...Down a runway skybound to cross a continent, see from a window a city fall away with bright beads strung along a coast, then turning inland, clumped townships shrinking to solitary lights......

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...I can see the tops of almond trees tinged by a setting sun, a vast column of starlings overhead and hear their whirring wings as they head home to roost. Feel the settle of things, a slowin......

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...In the end it was too slow, afflicted by either age or illness or simply distracted, flew head first into the eye of a headlight. Flung contorted, neck bent back, snapped of life, it died cl......

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...I like the smell of rain steaming from warm asphalt and the cool wash of it on my face, to be a part of that sweet soak and splash of wet running down my neck and the earth alive and clumpe......

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