Eaves Poems - Poems about Eaves

The autumn FLAIR FILLS the AIR fresh and cool, The HILLS WEAR their SHARE as a crown, EAVES of LEAVES form THRILLS of priceless jewel. Their SHADOWS in water CHOSE HUES of gold, Giving VIEWS of JOY to ENJOY the town, While a small BLAZE PAYS its DUES to the cold. The guitar's SWEET BEAT DELIGHTS all the ears, The LIGHTS were...

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On the pathways in the valleys, where the sun weaves with the eaves' shadows, April's flickers spill to adorn the pale oases. Winter's shadows are extinguished, broken in the wait for buds to bloom, Melting away in the golden dawns, lofty beneath the proud morning's loom. The industrious rays of the sun begin to sprinkle golden threads Over the endless...

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Knocking and and bumpings as I wonder I was wondering wandering listening over hearing behind closed doors listening malice screams and jumping some vulgar messages the distant cry HR call security runs by me side those social murders screams of content her supervisor was verbally firing a coworker much content my head drops near the floor I'm caught...

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Listening devices carefully hidden in the rafters compete with Nosy neighbours vying for a few favours from the governing party 'Nothing to fear' as long as one is on board with the Secret Police It is all for the good of the people and order must be preserved Today surveillance cameras are out in the open for transparency reasons They...

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Elegant and Even Eaves Whole house was elegant and even eaves; Is some sinner who in himself he believes; Hard to explain, Done in vain, While in and out of traffic he often weaves. Jim Horn...

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Absently I Brushed the Crushed ice Down from the Eaves and Followed my Grandfather into His little cottage. I looked all around me hoping to find any traces of Jeremy's presence, but Katherine had been thorough and Left Me Nothing, to remember him by. Out of the corner of my eye a Purple flag flapped outside the Window, Quietly warning us of the Rapidly approaching Storm that had Threatened the lot of Us. Very slowly I Worked...

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The silent whispers are heard afar, as though the words were neariy spoken . Carefully said ,what is foul and fair,though not aloud for sake of other ears. the secret words hoarded ,could be someday relived,by those who listened - strained at such . The covert is made open,seldom times it,s a trifle,many times what was said in the quiet...

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