Drip Poems - Poems about Drip

darkness in the mist light shines down from a streetlamp- drip. drops from my hood...

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In the cathedral of time, where seconds drip like holy myrrh on the altar of eternity, We stand, creatures of light draped in mantles of shadow and doubt, With golden hands weaving the veil of reality, yet eyes covered by scales of ignorance, While the Great Weaver watches silently from behind the cosmic curtain. Our ship of destiny sails...

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Your hands linger now as prints upon my mind. I became a glove for your love. I gave you my tongue so you could speak a moment of ecstasy. You gave me Cauliflower Cheese, the only meal you could cook. Then when you were done with my squishy love, you left on a bus, never to return. That was back then when cakes were left...

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Chance accidents in time&space float in unreal swirls flowing without restraint turmoil in energetic explosions flung splattered moments arrested in space dripping drop by drop ...

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Why raindrops drip and drop in time, not timorous; divine. A splash, playful in a pond of koi brass. Tines of Sankyo, priceless precipitation; A plink and plunk, Chopin; “Till the End of Time,” that is why raindrops hold their gravity, until the fruit of their musicality must be mined, be longed by great golden fish with open lips excited by the weather without human palms to catch, a catch that croaks and...

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In my palm, let a spring of living ages drip, To breathe into you the ancestral land, without cross, without boundary, Lend me views, from the bends of the Danube, To where the sea stretches its whispering azure realm. Offer me your hand, a silky thread from the tapestry of infinity,...

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. drip drip drip mine engram drips rousing me at times from mine snoring ...

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wet tails touch my leg dodging towels they start shaking second bath for day...

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Your hands lingered as prints upon my mind. I became a glove for your love. I gave you time, I gave you my tongue so you could speak a moment of ecstasy. You gave me Cauliflower cheese, the only meal you could cook well. Then when you were done with my squishy love you left on a bus, bound for West Ham, left and did...

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. Drip dream drip dream drip dream drip In the ...

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Throw me down a lifeline ‘Cause mine is getting too short All tangled up gimme some slack Worn out from the battles I fought Lend you my ear for persuasion A good soul is so hard to find That PAINFUL ANNOYING CONSTANT DRIP It’s driving me out of my mind Hold up my head above water...

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He knew that if ten groups shared the same style different by there upbringing and the way they were and would be presented to the public. This would give a more diverse and specail relationship with both fans and musicains alike. they wanted it to be so that if people toured together one orastra could...

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This gooey and oozing chocolate laden cake, tempts me, beckons me, it's weakening my resolve and as the icing starts to drip I feel the diet end! 31/03/2023 Waltz Wave Poem Sponsored by Emile Pinet...

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His mouth was a constant drip of a tea pot Words came out in rushes, and I mean a lot Most of us could not hear them after awhile Even his relatives had trouble mustering a smile...

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Shadowy silver curls of sweat Beads of pearls along the way Coats of pink nail polish With sparkling silver overlay Easy streets yet broken beats Of concrete noise in an urban throng Of despair and hollow noise Dogs and cats eat the wooden bark Of coquettish thriving meows Silver singles, oh yes, us oldies do mingle...

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