Delivery Poems - Poems about Delivery

Twin babies float in their mother’s womb growing strong they'll be delivered soon communicating to each other in their way experiencing so much, and much to say Twin one said, shaking his head,” we are getting old… and soon we'll be delivered as foretold. Do you think brother, there will be more? A life after delivery on that far shore?” Twin...

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under the serpent mound prudent demons (NOT monsters) preserve the nuts and endosperm meant for later day postmen to deliver when the time is all too convincingly ripe...

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a punch in the nose what punctation deserves ~ punctually yours ...

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Alluring Bouquet Carnations Delivered. Envelope Florist Gorgeous, Honoring Inks Journey Keeping Love Moreover Needing Ours. Purposely Quickening Revealed Safety Transforming Unselfish Value Wreathing; X-raying; Yearning; Zen! ...

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Listen up, 'cause I'm about to spit some truth About a disease that's eating our society from the root Corruption, the silent killer, the thief in the night Stealing our future, our justice, our right Bribes exchanging hands, backdoor deals in the dark While the common folk struggle, just trying to make their mark Services meant for all, now reserved for...

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The Wait Anticipation A Situation The Call A Circumstance The Follow Up No Response Four Days Out for Delivery Haven’t Received Rage ...

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Air traffic control has spotted a strange object in the sky Moving at the speed of sound, bright lights flashing by Radio contact has been made, a request to land on every roof in town Air space has been cleared, and the landing textbook without a sound A man in a red suit climbs out to check the flight...

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In the morning light, a milk bottle stands, A relic of bygone days, in my trembling hands. Embossed with nostalgia, a link to the past, From the dairy farm, where memories last. As a little girl, I'd wait with glee, For the sound of the milkman, with bottles three. Clad in white, with a smile so kind, Bringing fresh milk, a treasure...

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A living poem, not yet written, not yet visible, haunts the periphery of the inner eye. She is as light as a feather, though she has a deep-set gravity, her presence impels my mind toward her. Which way to seek? The poem that is not yet created is a womb both empty and full, its potential demands subservience. A dark machinery makes love, to the unsubstantial, and one...

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late shoppers are in for big trouble their deliveries are abubble as everyone knows all department stores close USPS loads are all double ...

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Have we become mindless shoppers Arriving home Wondering “what’s in that bag” Pushing the “reorder” button On a “saved” grocery list Waiting for a “text” To verify your existence. The “nutrition” police Have scanned your order (aka know as request) And altered said “request”. Your compliance will be monitored A bell will ring to remind you When it is time to consume The offerings of the day. Please feel free to...

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Special delivery mail mouse man Dances his route whenever he can. Living his dream of being a mailman. Loving it as only an optimistic dreamer can....

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The rat was astounded, he had expected the stork today. But his mail was delivered at two by a sweet blue jay. “No other delivery birds in sight?” Mr. Rat asked, expectantly. “Maybe in the afternoon, but it would be after three,”...

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Each day from my apartment window I watch you walk down the street into the warm coral sunset with your tangerine-sized love that you carry in a woven basket down the street, doling them out to strangers and watching the juices drip down their familiar chins....

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Why does the stork deliver the baby Does its pouch resemble a womb... Given how far it may have to fly ~ Perhaps it ought to use Zoom...

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