Dries Poems - Poems about Dries

Awaken awoke Mouth open spoke Colorfull shades of blue skies I'm speechless tears from my heart cries Alast! Clouds burst heavens cries Teardrops heavens raindrops are one Face of the sun dries up heavens tears Happiness joyous smiles in Heavenly space No longer do tears of humanity rain from the clouds Horizontal embraced horizons beaming as shroud NATURE TEARS SUN DRIES 11/22/23 Written words by James...

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When Ocean Dries Up Will Be A Bad Plight In that old house something seemed not right, the hammer hits the nail right on the head. The moon lost its bright golden glow that night, the hammer hits the nail right on the head. His old grandmother was losing her sight, the hammer hits the nail right on the head. When ocean...

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There's a river that never dries People visit, swim on and cries A river with water that fries Under the sun, simmer and spies A river that runs so deep Your eyes don't see but peep Waters of life that carry you and seep From head to toe you beep Skin of you never dries Dive and swim under the skies Shallow or deep, one...

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As patience dries like glue. Our intentions we can never undo. The fog of guilt causes our fate to grow. Our patience holds this prison together, as do the tears we sow. So we will someday stumble back outside. But until then- this wait we shall abide....

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My God has heard my cry: He sent down His Son ; To dry my eyes; Lord,embrace me; Hold me to your heart; I am so sorry; That in this life, I did part; From your breathing heart; I turnt about, still I walked away; Yet you loved me still; Why? Because of your mercy grace Forgiven faith Now through compassion I can feel you're abundance safe Because even...

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If one day, dry the sea of poetry, I promptly wept tears poetic, liquid words in tears and elegy... ...

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Music is a form of liquid art that, when you close your eyes, will paint a picture in your mind with a paint that never dries. And being that it’s liquid…music has one solitary goal to paint all the crevices of your heart and every corner of your soul. Each song creates a different painting with it’s first note… it’s...

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rain lives in the womb of clouds black and white clouds flying over the sky crowd the sun on its orbital path as usual but parched bone feels the sun hottest I, the cruel people kill thousands flora and fauna luxurious life dries fully the humane tears now there is no coolness in retina, visual cortex, optic nerve of the earth... -Wednesday, June 12, 2019 Chattogram...

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Tear gas in their faces Malicious militia’s hunt, The people we depend upon To bear the work we shun The caravan has reached our gates Their faces full of sadness wishing to work our fields of lettuce They’re greeted with our madness They leave a dying state to pick Our fruit and grapes with gladness Caring for our golf course lawns Our children,...

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Up It Dries Then Withers and Dies What we always do have to realize, Is if and when we forget to fertilize, Branches won't swish, And suffering anguish; Up tree dries and eventually it dies. Jim Horn Seems like sad state of affairs that we are in sometimes. What would we do with letters from famous people together with dossiers....

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Her Hair Dries Hillary many things always endures Solves problems after finding cures Knows what to do it each incident Ends up obtaining their consent. How many times have we cried and cried While onlookers continually lied and lied Things trying to talk their way through Forgetting about others points of view. What they must do is become involved Soon puzzle and mystery will be...

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Even when it dries the vine, That crept tight in borrowed time Remains coiled and fine To nurtured clime There’s a fisher by the lake Silently looking at his bait; A somber lady in dark gray Stays on park each day; And a man of forgotten youth Kicks the can of aimless shoot. All of them watch morning fine Reading between the line Looking at clouds’ shape ‘till...

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When the river of blood dries When we can't breath anymore What do we do then Where do we go Who's choice is it to say it's over Is it really the end How can we tell How can we truly know Maybe we never do Maybe everything's a lie Does it all really end Or does it recycle into a new Who really knows When the river...

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