Evaporation Poems - Poems about Evaporation

Changing and going through the motions It's a whole lot of emotions filled with impulse really Trust the process and trust the process I did Evaporation is the transitioning of liquid particles from a watery state to vapor without being heated to its boiling point A being created in God's image, I am only but subjected to natural...

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Some people seem to have it all. Some keep running and trying. And I feel gone. Humpty Dumpty, would you mind scooching?...

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An abacus arriving ate apples and so articulate were the sonnets delivered. So brave a bead. Pass pass passing. 5million mules delivering bread. Grabbing a gatepost. Steadily surfing a silvery wired wave. Whilst juggling 863 cows. Hahahaha mystified mood swings hahahaha and a peach coloured bucket carrying a ladle. Marketing strategy. 1 2 3 and...

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Windy winedy worms never visit any workshops. It simply isn't feasible for a dormant formation to reform and radicalise. It is not the case of the bees to gather for no change. And alteration is in the currants. Musical interludes in a government pot. Potato men and lemon women ate slowly. The slime injected from...

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Poetic thunder with a chance of rain As dark as I may seem There is still room for light Night will sometimes overtake my soul but this heart will rise These words a mixed up collage of hidden meanings Dreaming to succeed Pleading to believe At a lost in between now and then A floating bubble ready to burst Blown here then there Avoiding those...

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Marveling interrogated exclamation of this sweet and bitter immense tickling loneliness hard labor plastified by diverse molds deep filigree taste in exhaustible muscle mind that climbs and rolls with a battery of titanium In this loneliness of automation free greetings of the denture kind and inocuous farewells that evaporate and disappear... travelers of sealed spirals where beginning and end ciclically superimpose recite the myth by memory and unable to define their flame exist...

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cold misty morning wet grass with lingering dew wait for rising sun...

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