Dusts Poems - Poems about Dusts

... on ship’s voyage cosmos-deep a captain’s life was laid to sleep wrapped in linen mummy-style and thrown into the stellar keep he floated on in endless black ......

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..."For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made." - Romans ......

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...“since thoughts speak in past tenses, drop mind, rely on senses, embracing and releasing, pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” ~ Unseeking Seeker The sun w a n e s ......

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...Spring is here to stay For three months, hooray! More bluebirds are chanting More tulips are blooming More trees are growing And dusts are in the air. The weather is cool, not cold......

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...“It” defies the fabric we hold dear— a predator of language, carving loopholes for the rich. No filter. No trust. A shark in a stagnant lagoon, circling the wreckage of thought. “Its” justice i......

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...despair dusts hearts dreary draped in stark pain debris that angst next dresses more hopeless depressed ......

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...My robot brings me six meals a day We started out with three, but he was sad He lives to please me in every kind of way His baking is good, his frying and cooking not bad Robot makes my bed, he......

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...A bit of snow is just enough To make the traffic slow And add some time to get to Where it is you want to go. A bit of snow can coat the path And maybe make you slip, So walking gingerly pr......

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...Its cold and lonely this place no windows no doors to escape just gated locked in separeted Not yet rated in sane lots of pain past and present lots of years of fallen tears know one can Hear see a b......

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...predicting the unpredictable, if it meant to be it will be, there are shadows, that keep spying on my behind, I look but sound and dusts are at display, wonder who left what where, check my back, ......

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...pale yellow shards of brittle glass shatter under my feet as I stroll along this grey patchwork of concrete and if the world stutters precarious on its spurious axis, I pay it no mind the ice of......

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... Storm dusts of end summer dusk disappear north wind whistles winter footfall is near ginger sky dons the silk attire of blue bent boughs of stripped trees shine with amber hue Gold gilded l......

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...Murmuring melody mesmerises the dawn. Colours, like disco lights, elegantly branch out. Crows, sparrows, robins, and parrots camp on my lawn. Between harp, lute, sitar, and guitar, there's a doubt......

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...Sweating in the rustic dusts of Nazareth, you laboured. As a farm labourer, ironsmith, weaver, and shepherd, You ploughed with the peasants, who were curious yet loving. They were teachers from wh......

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...A HUMAN RIGHT SERMON (Being A Rhythmic Epic to all Freeborns) By ......

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