Crevasse Poems - Poems about Crevasse

...I love this road. Every little mound, and every crevasse, Flower filled, to the brim. The moths and mosquitos caught in my headlamps. Trees of aspen and oak keeping me on track. And here, the ni......

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... I spoke out A yearning calls But, is it of the heart Could be a yearning of a selfish pride A secret to gain self-glory A trek of agony To forge through this life For the glory of s......

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...{"There is a part of me, Of us, That lay deceased underneath the frosty elixir and the lightning bolts that puncture our bodies. They magnify and embroider our wounds. They strenuously scorch an......

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... I used to love to pick my nose. After 3, Better than playing with my toes. With a nose you see, Each little crevasse has a surprise for me! A goober, A booger. Noth......

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...More vacuous verse to the void: abysmal, of meaning devoid. A reflexive spasm sends more to the chasm where anemic arts are destroyed. Escaping, strange thoughts from my head go written but l......

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...The deepest dark Like an unaware monster it sits within It hungers for you and all Unsure of its’ meaning Yet it already feels diminishing If you let it crawl around inside You will will on......

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...Chasing this into that chasing that into this chasing silhouettes into a half assed crevasse echoing " boy what is your purpose on this earth earth. Poking the dark for a piece of velvet, a not......

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...Some years had passed while Balgar learn the druid ways now full of knowledge and ready to help those in need He set off on his travels following his instincts as he went first he came across a w......

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...They offer no rope nor traction. Following a prolonged icy tongue-blast a slow slide into the greasy crevasse where lie, soul stiffening white jackets. There seems to be infinite oceans of infi......

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...I wrote this poem during the pandemic as I questioned what the future held. Since the pandemic crisis has passed, we keep hearing about a “new normal.” Normal is over, or did normal ever exist? ......

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... he thankfully grazed on gravel and grass then suddenly heard the deafening blast now rests with fruits and nuts– gravy boat floats his guts– and sausage dressing's stuffed up his crevasse ......

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...In my sanctuary’s hush where Poe’s tales I clasp Into his world I plunge with a breath, a rasp. Beneath the creaking floorboards a heart's pulse In my mind, my mind, oh it throbs and gasps......

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...I bridged the gap Therefore I haven't fallen into the great crevasse Pretty good going... I'm happier unlost, not in a pit of despair Plus Strictly is on later I'm going to experiment with t......

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...beauty, not the cherished gift fated to be ravaged by father time, but the enduring kind the naked eyes cannot see. the beauty that res......

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...What’s in the grass and what do I know? There are creepy and freaky things below. All sorts of insects and crawly creatures are among grass’ most fearsome features. I wonder what else......

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