Dribbling Poems - Poems about Dribbling

...Shoreditch clung to its ruin Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields, The shepherds rambling onwards, The herders with their slow-moving cat......

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...Damp linens flung aside sodden cushions Flank by flank She was damp Nickel sack and bark rings Verdant gaze meet hazel orbs Ripe late April Northern Flatlands moisture Slaughterhouse savory mi......

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...Tangy citrus salad bowl dribbling fruit juice dreams of mother’s glazed berry pie ice cold apple sip on warm palm tree beach banana splits......

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...Colored pencils Pastels Sticks of chalk Too light for me Water colors Doing what they want Dribbling all over the page Wild and free Oil paints Vividly beautiful Take too long to dry I......

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... Trump Derangement Syndrome and Hoya Paranoia* Both reside in Washington D.C. both designed to annoy ya _______________________________ *The Georgetown University ......

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...FOOTBALL IS A POET (Inspired by barrister lanre badmus) Football is indeed a poet Fans actually stake bet. For their favorite team, Hopefully achieving their dreams. It is a package of pas......

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...Banks did not burst, just a dribbling bladder of river leaked into our back yards. It drooled over damp roots, seeped into groundhog holes, into ditches, where winter debris had already washe......

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...The rain - when it comes; It brings out the poet in me! Bathing peaches and garden plums, Tapping the leaves in the backyard tree! The Mizzle and mist, the drizzle and fog Sodden the silent, l......

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... Humpty Dumpty was in fact a selfish king. A narcissist with a harem of women, many who were under the age of sixteen. He was quite large and disfigured, due to his royal ancestors marrying siblings......

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...A pair of doves preen and prim for the Night is almost done. And perched on their favored limb; they await the rising sun. As Sol rises from below, darkness slowly fades away. And as ......

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...A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte specified such so as to issue a rhyme, but proceeded as this scribe didst git linkedin with the cutting crew, mow or less......

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...It’s going to snow tonight. It seems the brick shoulders of Elm Street will ooze, like watery eggnog, with a light snow tonight and we’re twitching with delight. The vibes of it are too much and s......

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... Journey Journal Page OLDE SJI BRAS BASAH ROAD, 1971 By Leon Enriquez Morning Glory Florals on a fence Violet blooms beauty Plain in sparkling sense Olde school field By Bras Basah......

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... Think my jollies are starting to return Told you they wouldn't stay away long Not those kind of jollies, naughty people Thought you might get me wrong You people, you really should be......

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... Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the number of apples in a seed. - Robert H. Schuller Luscious crimson, amber, falling Trembling on branches, perfect y......

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