Dribs Poems - Poems about Dribs

...In dribs and drabs, in fits and starts, the elders slowly congregate; in the common room of the seniors' home, they patiently sit and wait. Some are wheeled in, some simply shuffle in orderly fa......

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...I’m not on social media And yet I have a group Of buddies I have never met; I know them from the Soup. We comment on each other’s poems And through each varied post, We learn, in dribs and dr......

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...The concept of emptiness The vanity of vanity What is enjoyment in you The opaque that walks in the night Like a strange soul upon the stygian bank Wallowing in the pool of abomination Dr......

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...Hardly venture into such verse. In her bedroom, she wrote her curse. She despised bright pupils at Yale. If water drops could tell their tale. She went on long walks in the d......

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...You make the minutes dribble Down the meanderings of time First drizzling Then dripping In dribs and drabs Then dropping In driblets That drain the hours And drown the days And I With my......

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...BITS AND PIECES Bits and pieces they say makes the whole A whole of what I can't help but ask Bits and pieces of pain - despondence Bits and pieces of lies - distrust Bits and pieces of self -......

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...ripples of water torture accepted the wrinkle of time descending mannahly marantic romance torticollis dribs and drabs of syringe honey’d seeds remain; cakes fade away dawn will erase; placidity......

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...Silly Sally sells books, this week there's a sale - New titles each Friday; I go without fail. This book took the do-it-yourselfers by storm: "How To File Y......

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...Aerial dribs and drabs, a sidewalk canvas As a toddler chases bubbles her mother blows from confectionary soap, Fluttering fluidity in spring air Child's laugh, a mosaic of innocence, di......

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...This you see is a draft Minds little notes of lines and verse In dribs and drabs In prose, I stab and stab Repeating oft said words Expressions rehashed to be reheard Yearning only for that o......

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... Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan 33. on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec leurs in......

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...Midnight and the darkened silence dreams waking in shadows looking for you. Morning rises slow and steady in the sky burning inner passions seeking for you. Mid afternoon ......

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...There is no ‘you’ or ‘I’ Except that you choose to call the fat clouds a name and make them feel like overlords upon the others. And, there is neither ‘you’ nor ‘I’ when we collect in droplets......

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...“TIME” Time is life and necessary It inhales in dribs and drabs It exhales colossally- It is gradual and progressive It is time, he hiccups and talks He sucks and chews She crawls and walks It is tim......

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...for compassion... hate like silent venom flows spewing forth in dribs and drabs how will the wounds ever heal with such vitriol tearing at the scabs we shudder at the words of hate and wonder will......

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