Cobwebby Poems - Poems about Cobwebby

...I could write of stellar skies -- Really I could! Could write of lozenge moons~ of over-saturated beams, arriving and departing, concentrates of extra sweetened, totally addicting, poeticall......

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...A cobwebby, antiquated and moldy. Folded pages marked by dried tears and pressed flower from an unforgettable love from former sweetheart. A classical romance, aged and lovingly kept in betwe......

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... A clutter of wood and dust in cobwebby corners, and dappled sun shining through dirty windows; on his work table a drawing: a project in progress, and tin cans and jars for nails and scr......

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... A clutter of wood and dust in cobwebby corners, and dappled sun shining through dirty windows; on his work table a drawing; a project in progress, and tin cans and jars of nails and......

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..."Father does not see the mournful sad tears, that fall on a mossy stone; O, my broken heart weeps. And I recall running into your open arms a little girl innocent, you we......

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...There is a woodpile in my in-laws’ cellar, and some coal, but other rumored things also. And it has been there a long time since anyone tripped down these broken concrete steps. Maybe twenty or thi......

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...swoosh of the vacuum swipe of cloth in circular patterns. climbing up step stool. snatching away cobwebby art. searching for spaces to permanently stash. sensuous path of cleaning cupboards a......

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...Some conspicuous lice met once or twice With white follicle mites who came out at night And an upside down tick who did magic tricks That entertained maggots who shared roasted haggis With pole......

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... "Father does not see the mournful sad tears, that fall on a mossy stone; O, my broken heart bleeds." And I recall running into your open arms a little girl innocent, ......

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... A clutter of wood and dust and cobwebby corners, And dappled sun shining through dirty windows; On his work table a drawing; a project in progress, And tin cans and jars of nails and......

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... You never see the tears I weep father on your mossy stone, Until we meet again in Heaven you are safe within my heart; We had a special bond, the perfect, father and daughter team, ......

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...Long-winged smoky wisps curling up Now drifting like wind driven clouds Then swirling like cobwebby curtains Screaming sirens outside the house Circling about darkening the hamlets Outside the room ......

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