Dabbing Poems - Poems about Dabbing

...A mackerel sky fillets a fish scaled village, an ear clapping, full sailed, fog moors itself to the rooftops, then hides all in a breezeless blear. Rheumy eyes peep out from nets, damp noses s......

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...Death bids me welcome Into his tended garden Where quiet plots of bramble clots House names now long forgotten. Engravings faded, darkened serifs Tower over brighter plaques Sooted over gen......

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... With gentle hushed whispers autumn paints umber hues dabbing silvery mist ochre autumnal shades embrace misty mornings a grandeur ......

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...Tendency is, to apportion Love: like slices of iced sweet at a party braying festive, 2 playful swipes at a swinging, loaded donkey (not the husband this time) toffee for the dear lo......

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...Bound to reach a close, everything goes as thus Your farewell etched like a scar Whispers in the dark, so it flows Echoes in my mind as I still drift afar Contemplating lies, contending excuses ......

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...Florid banshees recoiled, neck and hankering sneer. A succinctly exuberant suggestion when selective. Came on, fell flat with laconic ornamentation. A miniature jaunt, interment; glove compa......

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...My little Eden -- before the fall a screened porch in the shade of an ancient overarching fig tree small wonder Adam and Eve needed only one each to hide their new nakedness -- ch......

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...IT STARTED WITH A BLANK CANVAS Come lay your paint on me, it pleaded I’m here in this garret, naked and cold So what could I as a sensitive artist, do Except comply, dabbing shades of blue Rea......

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...Meeting a princess It was, according to the old, the coldest winter any could remember, the wise said it was because the war had disturbed the weather pattern One day, it snowed, then it got m......

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...Your life may be full of sparkles and ove-lay but the rest of us sometimes struggle under storm clouds. Anna (one of my roommates) broke up with her BF of a year. It seemed to happen in agonizing,......

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...mother nature wakes dabbing on her best perfume . . . roses are in bloom......

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...The old oak tree. So happy I wrote: Lovely! “Let us hear the bluebell call, the daffodil pray, the apple blossom bear witness.” I hip hip hurrah’d this paradigmatic poem. I read it a few minute......

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...Often I harken back to a very wise poet, how “life is but a stage” of tender moments splashed and splattered by fierce jabs of passionate heated rage such opera the workings of fallibl......

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...Your eyes need your first - class care, Which has to include some yeast And they shan't Midday Sun dare; As Sun eyes The West, facing The East, Lest one turn Prince of Darkness, Too early feeli......

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... Liquid hope, trickling down roses Lights glisten and glimmer With delight, the heart composes Dabbing tears the soul opposes Fears tumbling, left in the shimmer Doubts gone, ever d......

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