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Drooping Poems - Poems about Drooping


A Dew Drooping Dawn
A reluctant dawn predicts a heel dragging day. The sun slinks away from the sky with dawn cast eyes. Pond ducks swim slow, as amnesia paddles them in nowhere circles. Lead tinted tears, plop from stiff trees, or hang as chill, metallic drops of melting air. Some early hours must drip-dry all over your eyes creating a lip-heavy sag, until someone you don't like the look of, shouts: "Good morning," ...

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Categories: drooping, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Drooping Lilacs
The drooping lilacs resemble the wilted poppies that wait for rainfall... their spring glory has vanished! Written on 6/25/2017...

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Categories: drooping, fate, flower, june, summer,
Form: Tanka



Premium Member Drooping Flowers, Blades of Grass and Us
the flowers droop but refuse to die from the heat like tanned fields subsumed in the struggle to survive to keep the flow of transpiration like the trodden blades of grass pushing upward through the hole of sidewalks to capture the cosmic energy source that fuels them onward towards the victory they seek to be free like we seek to be as we continue to travel the Jubilee road riddled...

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Categories: drooping, allegory, analogy, black african
Form: Prose Poetry
Drooping
For a desolatory trident I was feeding my anger. I could not do it, sell myself for punitive lenses of my calculus. A nymphalid arsenal. The war was still going on to strike in deep poctets, demolishing nascent hope. Future will ponder at the mascots. The grief of rags and riches will continue listening to eternal conflicts. The wounds will develop whiskers. Not for the opulent pain...

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Categories: drooping, art,
Form: ABC
Drooping Rope
Standing in that room White walls No windows No door Everything is absolutely white No color Its making me Go crazy No one Can get in Only one way out It is the only color In the room A brown Drooping rope Calling my name Wanting me to come And introduce myself I get on a chair And say my name Asking it one question How will you get me out of here It does not speak The...

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Categories: drooping, deathme,
Form: I do not know?




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