Dial Poems - Poems about Dial

Don't worry Son, there's nothing to fear Is that what you expected to hear No, I think we're the feast Of this rampaging beast Whose horn's about to puncture your rear...

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Don't say a word It's time to finally leave this world The difference between close and lose Is the letter c the chance to choose And once and for all The leaves begin to burn and fall A spiral staircase And you're running down Out of this place Away from it all Away from this face You’re packed up Delicately with a sheet The doors are closed...

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Dial In an unnamed part of Elmwood there’s a dial showing information about dove fantasies. ...

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Dial my number if you know the code Dial my number before my body gets cold I have been stuck in this place for several days My throat is dry, my temperature is high And my breath is circulating in the sky Oh what misery gathers round me Oh what burden is resting upon me I don’t know how I got here...

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Creatures come out of their hiding, The moon is gloriously abiding, Stars adorn the night's sheet, Nature and hope meet, It's a journey ahead, Courage aids their sojourn. May 23, 2023....

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The phone number of death we dial, When we near a poisoned phial To rashly swallow its content, And actualize a suicidal intent: Our breathing soon in wheezes, What the cemetery richly pleases, A gripping of our tummies in feeble resistance Every offered revival, vain assistance Others to start rehearsing their goodbye To us on a wished hearse lie And the same phone number we...

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Who? -- Me?! I never thought I'd see This wily jockstrap writing poetry And you, Mr. Businessman Investing ldly in a product that can't return a profit on a mini-garbage can... When our bodies make their final plans ~ Our souls the farthest heavens scan...

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The dial of time is eternal, Its cogs never rusting, Never cracking, And never giving in. For time is with all things, Either in space or In the cytoplasm of our cells, Time is there. However, Is reality as strong as time? Is it unyielding or does it let some things slip through the cracks? Reality almost seems like a playground. All these talks of things happening...

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Two clouds hugged the sun Sinking on the horizon Slipping day now done. 15.12.2020 HI-KU (2) Brian Strand....

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Masses love fear Immensely so very wrong  Fear has scary...

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getting attracted to someone who might not g jive with what you're doing speaking great about something that someone else can ruin staying true to something that aint worth pursuing is a waste of time can be a waste of time gesturing when you can't explain messaging to say things changed listening to what you say am I just wasting my time say I am not wasting my...

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research with your toys science means mind adventures... it's how progress' made old sol's on the deck now every day for ten hours... the floors thirty boards wide posts and railings to act as marker shadows... on sun dial marked tape scaled three boards per hour twenty minutes for one plank... three for every inch at middle of year july first twenty nineteen... a water clock next stan sand...

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fresh and new I choose dialed back veneer new view dial it back when the hands of times send myself back into the grace life in heaven space live new in mom's womb to beginnings before back before now way back 5/2/19 Dial It Back Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy...

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THE SPIRIT OF THE SUN DIAL I tell the sunny hours throughout the day From dawn til dusk imparting my fair message Evoking warmth and love throughout the day No time for shadows hinting at dark presage But when the shade of night engulfs my dial A darkening of spirit, life force scorns The moon now points the hours of denial Its gleam...

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