Curling Poems - Poems about Curling

...The sea was a whisper before it was water, cleaved through the wind. I stepped into its silver mouth, waves curling something pressing in a wistful longing for a past I never knew. Seagulls tr......

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...NEMESIS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You are my nemesis, a shadow lurking in the margins, your whispers curling like smoke around the edges of my thoughts, taunting the ink from my......

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...I have been watering it for months— the small black bulb in the cupboard that I never let touch sunlight. It swelled in the dark, fed on steam from my cooking breath, fat with the whispers I nev......

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...In the quiet corners of his own mind, he walks alone, a poet whose pen drips with moonlight. He counts the hours by the hum of his thoughts, each one a lantern swinging in the wind. A thinke......

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...Two days fold into quiet hums, breath held beneath a calm pulse. Words spill like rivers too fast, caught before they reach the sea— soft currents pulling me past. A new path flickers, shadows......

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...YEARNING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Upon the cliffs she stands, whispers of salt and time curling around her. Below, the sea murmurs, the burdens of yesterday swept away ......

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...The door swells in its frame each winter, paint curling like old tongues — still you press it open with a finger, leaving soft dents in the wood. Inside, the walls hum from hidden wires; plast......

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... A gift from God, using what's discarded is unshared. Belém monks kept their ancient tart recipe secret. Spun from eggs yolks that they once discarded. Their heavenly baked tarts were so truly un......

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...Watching the Wake The river serenity incarnate. Water like a liquid mirror holding the sky, the trees Light falling in late summer eve perfection. We smoothly glide along in the small boat W......

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...This piece of me fits nowhere in the vastness of the cold world. While others find things to do with their time, places to go. Things to say to each other in the shadow of the evening falling over ......

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...It's been such a purrrrfect day. it's fun to play. I love sugarplum wishes. to try to catch fishes. violet visions. hard to make decisions, play with the dog's tail, or eat that slow old snai......

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...“Keep knocking as hard as one can and wait patiently before the closed gate is the best way to enter it. But find if it is a gate to perdition or salvation.”- By Poet On a late evening......

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...In the Odyssey of curling bloom, The void lying within goes inerasable Even though the means used are fragile enough Yet, unable to detach complexity Yet, unable to fulfill the felicity of cons......

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...“is life an illusion?” ... As a young kid, loved the magical illusion... With every flick of the hand, a world unfolds, Mysteries hidden in stories told, Where wonder reigns and logic de......

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...L o v e and you, the f a d i n g phase of lunar wings, spectral silver ~ floating in the deep, dark abyss of the obsidian skyline, refracting reveries of a redolent realm, slipping and cur......

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