Excavate Poems - Poems about Excavate

...I don't want to wander those places where our footsteps have long since passed, Down shaded alleys where our memories whisper and stand guard like stone sentries, I no longer wish to hear those son......Read the rest...

... In the shadows of my half-waked condition of terra firma- patronus renditioned, I mudder into your soil, snorkel into your swamp of inlet tributary, a flagellum personae , prosopopoeia explorae ......Read the rest...

...soon to bid another farewell, yet, you've already unearthed a smidge of sad longing buried too deep within to excavate. as our sizea......Read the rest...

...I take an early morning peek Out my window; Beauty abound yonder! Spring flowers still bloom In vibrant colors. I see trees of emerald green Swaying in the silken breeze. Chickadees chirp m......Read the rest...

...rage great freedom wrong just wait love makes no difference sedate strong people excavate earth under steeple mayhem ignore drink mirth here two cents strangle birth tell poor save mon......Read the rest...

...with much sweet sorrow had to pay for the cargo will have to borrow wind in big bluster they could be in a cluster flowers with luster could be thrown in clink to buy a coat made of mink ......Read the rest...

...History, forgotten element of man`s life Adage of forgiving and forgetting Messing and proceeding on the solemn assembly Expunging and blotting life-long terribly but carefully committed and cove......Read the rest...

...The world is broken, So Am I, Bleeding grief , Through cracks of Mosaic. It wasn't aliens, Who plunged the sword, Scouring the substrates, To excavate their rewards , The were my own, Love a......Read the rest...

...Play hard, the toothless bandits are at it again. they have no teeth, yet bite the hardest. serial larcenists, squelching through town, robbing the honey, subverting the hives. at gu......Read the rest...

...Coffee shops bloom into aroma. New York City spew on the sidewalk. This day Lord if you care; in the timpani of each mind thunder your long bong songs. Bless the rats in their dank hid-ey-hol......Read the rest...

...there fluffin ditter is a rubber hose connected to the fleckin Strum ( a tuba with no mouthpeice0 The freakin floss say! Mastrao it flutes the bassafoss. where the octavor octavates. So the......Read the rest...

... Drifting... Into my fantasies And daydreams Where you reside And eagerly wait for ......Read the rest...

...They grow out of our minds. They excavate the past with the jaw bones of concussed elks, time is not in them, it is only we who shimmer then disappear. Wind and a cold moonlight carves them s......Read the rest...

...True beauty shines from within, Whereas ugliness dons a pretty face For the world to marvel at. One doe......Read the rest...

...reveal what lies beneath veneer of "all is fine." draw your veil back so I can see the pain hiding behind those smiling eyes. please, magnifi......Read the rest...