Crevasses Poems - Poems about Crevasses

...The mind has peaks no Sherpa knows sudden drops where thoughts thin out like oxygen at twenty thousand feet. Avalanche thoughts bury certainty. Your grip tears skin on ice-sharp edges o......

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... Its style is a journey for my mind providing a world onto itself with miles to meander and crevasses to explore with paths to follow allowing my soul to wander AP: Honorable Mention 202......

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...Trickling water, a natural bell flows in rivets with carved rock. Lush ferns spring up in the crevasses rather alike the children of the water. I hear the wind call me, as I step onto the grassy......

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...Three trees stand guard, a heavenly gate of luscious green and mahogany brown, a doorway to the rolling hills beyond. Rays of light shimmer through the crevasses, through the intricate web of ......

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...These are epigrams by Michael R. Burch Road to Recovery by Michael R. Burch It’s time to get up and at ’em and out of this rut that I’m sat in. A man may attempt to burnish pure gold, bu......

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...Sappho Translations III by Michael R. Burch Bed the bride with the beautiful feet, or bring her to me! —Sappho, fragment 103b, translation by Michael R. Burch I long helplessly for love. Ga......

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...These are poems about shadows and shadowy things... Transplant by Michael R. Burch You float, unearthly angel, clad in flesh as strange to us who briefly knew your flame as laughter to disea......

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...In a weightless state of tranquility, paraphrasing relentless thoughts of motion in my head into words, which 'til now have laid dormant in unsung verse, waiting for you to shine brightly upon......

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... AFTER I finish this poem and all the alphabets are in bed you can walk with me down the hill where the stream is, lady where fish dream they are stars (now this blows my mind -- but there......

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...There are always a few Troublesome “tickl-ings “ Daringly darting In somnambulant slumber Shape shifting shadows Mocking the moonlight Creeping through the crevasses Of literary limitation We......

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...I lie against the rigged walls of a deep-rooted oak tree As it waits patiently for my fingers to traverse its abundant layers of bark. The glassy sap oozes aimlessly between the withered crevasses,......

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...Gravity has no properties No formal place of residence There, a push, a pull of time No education to speak of Within, without a need to worry A toy called inertia waiting on a cause Gravity i......

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...Asphalt black gets blacker still In the total calm, sounds disappear Wind gives up the sin of motion Ocean tides know no boundaries Only the pain of waves slapped back Over the top, tippy top ......

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...Gazing out with midnight half-dreams a velvet sky ripples on the frosted glass stars peeping through the open window the visage veiled in long shadows of grass. pondering over stories with abr......

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...if a tree should fall and there is no one to hear it not even the merest susurrus for a poet to capture the moment the encomium will cease with each slight each rejection of the light and......

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