Cresting Poems - Poems about Cresting

... A surrealistic silence hangs sluggishly in the air, as I sit upon your violet clawfoot recliner, sorting fuchsia dresses into melancholic piles. An opal ring glistens while the sun drapes ov......

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...The Moment of Spring The valley at last in full bloom Frosty nights And wind machines in the morning Flowers all calling Buzzing bees in the day. Everywhere greens have emerged Fr......

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... a roar that swallows the petty grievances of shore white teeth gnashing at the stubborn sand each surge a lifetime beginning in the deep cresting with furious purpose then surrendering ......

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... As sunlight paints all in gold A cresting wave Along a distant bay Gulls cry high into a clear sky Its tyrannical son burns all away. Summer has come What beautiful decay As evening dies......

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... Under the cadence of footsteps on worn cobblestones, At the café where steaming cups held time hostage, Eyes met and lingered, a glance stretched into an eternity. A young American, as if scul......

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...This restless, ever-cresting urge, that pounds, incessant, in my breast, much like the ocean's pulsing surge that never seems to pause for rest, will have its way. I must obey. So I go,......

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...My Mother’s Hands I remember a quick moment in my 20’s I was getting ready for my first “big girl” job halfway across the country from my childhood home. I looked down from my reflection in the......

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...A rainbow has appeared in the sky Such great beauty may pass some folk by Truly an extraordinary sight It’s wonderful and gives me delight Delight in this arc cresting the sky Sigh......

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...Spring is here again run and tell your friends the pigs are grunting donkeys are braying cows are mooing sheep are bleating dogs are barking hens are clucking and the farm animals have come......

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...When memories melt like sunset skies, mirroring my thoughts, slipping into the salt-dipped skin of the deep, warm ocean, I drink from the stardust chalice of your unspoken sonnets, r a i n i n ......

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...Once sanctuary. The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning. A soured fate. They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless. Still unsighted eyes. With sickly bloodshot yolk, c......

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...It was after the times of mules Irish slave contracts Inside of the states of minds Of those who fled from effort Abandoning life in infancy Creating devastation And fermenting grew, cresting a......

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...Last night we all might have had something concerning the marksmanshiping of war. The waves then might differ pulsating, cresting, rising and falling both in tides and others?. Last n......

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...The trees crowd in along the broken trail, sunlight tries to push through, but mostly fails, straight trunks spread out and obscure distant gaze, there’s eyes out there, watching, afraid they’re p......

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...Sitting on the lip of my bathtub, hunched over the edge, dripping and draped in terry cloth I cry out, "Oh God". I pray. More sincerely than I have since I lost my faith. I am certa......

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