Comes Poems - Poems about Comes

Rig rag Shaggy rag Rip, rip, rip, Wrinkle in the water A wilder whisper Crepuscular crème brûlée. What is madness really? Have I not a wordly thought? Wordly jumble, Words, words, words, Coherent as a Dostoevsky mumble. Musing wrists and elbows in a swaddle, Up of green and purple trumpets, Sickly technicolour cuddle. Circadian bunny pudding. Hullo, there it is again! I saw it there, just there! Did not. But...

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Some have watched her rising from an ocean of time. Her sightings return at the pull of each luna cycle. No clamshell boats for her, after she rises from the waves she and the shoreline disappear she's only to be seen driving a classic Chevy convertible or riding a gayly adorned donkey. She is sister to desert nights, and all the dance moves of the free roaming...

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The meadow comes alive, dressed in colors, remembering times when love was newly sweet, with warm red sunsets embracing lovers whispering old secrets without conceit, while daisies dance in the balmy breezes, and bluebells sing their gladsome summer songs; wild grass beneath the lovers boldly teases now or never, love must win before the dawn of a new day with rules...

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I was eight years old the first time I realized, no one was coming to save me. That I could scream , until my throat bled raw, cry until my eyes swelled shut, beg until my knees bruised- against the floor, and still, no one would come. I learned young that love...

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... NO seems to be the word that pops to mind...

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March Comes In Like A Lion Dandelion dance in the palm of my hand; a gentle bloom. I love my birthday flower. ...

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I told the nurse I swallowed a snake. He charted: religious mania. But I felt her— three and a half turns sleeping just south of the back of my clavicle. I called her Vera then, full breath pried me open. Fire-rising, slithering: it was gospel sliding down my vertebrae— a ladder Jacob had forgotten— yea and behold though we came back for it. I couldn’t stop laughing. Or crying. Or...

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When death is spoken the word clings to the skin like a heart, once broken not knowing how or when when death comes to call the tears feel like the wind stilling the spirit of us all wondering how we’ve sinned? When death is on the mind there is a feeling of such confusion might our time - life just rewind was it all just a...

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So far I stayed, perfect fine fit : Achievements are now obsolete. In last phase, life seems meaningless . ...

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I would be wearing a backpack and puppies would be hanging out of it. Their tongues would be hanging out too, and they would be smiling. Eight, nine, ten, eleven puppies. Because you cannot have too many. My face would host an enormous smile. I would proudly show the holes where teeth used to be. To let you know that...

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I drank myself numb to hide the pain— the things I saw, the voices I heard when the world went quiet. The bottle never judged me. It just blurred the edges. Made the flashes softer, the guilt quieter, the ghosts… not gone, but easier to sit with. But your past always catches up. You can’t outdrink memory forever. Steel on my wrists. Bars I fell behind. Not a hero. Just a...

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So do we make it work? Did the stars that we wished upon bless us? Or did it burn up like a shooting star? Or did we count them wrong? Did we measure the width of the sky? Is it wide enought to hold our dreams? Mine and yours, together. Well even if it didn't Then let's meet again On the day when...

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Time was money was when a mindful mate That gave me time enough to feel its feel-- The touch of grain and texture of its state, How one hesitates ere part with the bill-- Crisper the notes harder to part was it, The time it takes to wean out the wallet That gives enough time to be wise and discrete To look...

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You're lost in thoughts of Yesterday. I'd like to drive Yer Blues away. Always, Across the Universe, Let it Be, do not cry or curse. "Life is a Long and Winding Road", I say, Because when love has showed the Rain will go away, dear one. You will then say, "Here Comes the Sun"....

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Dark clouds start to mass, Distant rumble, wind picks up, Tempest drawing near. ©bfa051725 ...

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