Fickle Poems - Poems about Fickle

Trickle, river fickle. Step lively by the side. Fate, thy strictures tickle! Hell, Heaven, woe betide! Wind atop the high cliff wall? Funeral, thy pall. Cherry blossoms, heft to haul. End Times, give a call... Thunderbolt, hover above. Levee, fail to hold. Fit, misfortune! O my glove! Coals within, glow gold... Will of human beings? It must not have the clout. Everybody, pack thy things! Doubt, begin thy bout! Ruin, cover...

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You are a human being so vile. How could I, with you, myself, defile? Yet, you are an angel. heaven sent, my time away from you, misspent. Where is your needle on my dial? It jumps like New England weather or a breeze blowing a feather, Up and down or in the middle, I cannot answer this riddle: Do you and I...

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Earth is an Ice Fickle Ice Fickle Earth by JT Curtis Feb 26th 2015 I don't know how long this world is gonna last As I read the daily news things are moving fast They say the Earth is warming...

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Oh the power of the narcissistic would be king enthroned, crowned not with wisdom, but with arrogance, delusion and nihilism. The crowd waits on his every word which has the power to flip the world order from boom to flop from soar to bust to tip the seesaw to flip-flop panic. Why should one person, posting his own thoughts social in the middle of the...

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The month of March has many moods; its days are varied as she broods which day is warm, which one is cold. Tween Winter-Spring, she can be bold. Some days she brings snow full and deep, and others, like she's fast asleep; with the warm sun, we are consoled. Tween Winter-Spring, she can be bold. She's stuck between two season's clime, and so to...

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Ephemeral eternity — covers osmosis pinnacles In a loving natural roots, nostalgia never fails Welcomed. . .we wander — and cry It slinks slackly not dwelling in the gloom. . . Gestalt therapy in sepia tones offers an odd view, Instant mete hourglass, scythe, magic mind wing Proper, shining ruined glass before filters and pixels, Cracks reveal truth, and hazy images evoke...

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Oh life, what dost thou hide for me next, What tricks await, what trials dost thou test? One day brings joy, the next doth sorrow reign, Yet here I stand, through sunshine and through rain. Thou twist and turn, thou never dost stand still, Thy hand doth push me up another hill. Thou mak’st me laugh, then mak’st me weep and...

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I want not someone else’s words Though beautiful they are to me Inspired, yes. I want to feel But let my words flow sure and free My fickle muse awaits his call ...

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The scent of seasons changes with each drifting breeze— as do all my dreams ...

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For all that’s good, enjoy the sun when it but warms your face Before the teardrops fall like rain through shadow’s cold embrace For fleeting is that fickle sun ...

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Happened upon black-eyed Susans, so bright and beautiful. I stopped and looked, snapped a picture with my cell, drew back breath and sighed; eyed with appreciation, didn’t matter where I found this gregarious garden before I set out on an inside adventure with books. But stunned by the sunny disposition of this carefree crop, my eyes popp’n with pure joy. I soaked up the inverted petals. I just wrote...

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Love is a fickle thing, it blooms in spring only to fall, Give it room to grow on its own, But before long its weeds have sprung, Choking the garden of all its young, No room for new flowers to grow, Before long its all you know, A dandelion, small but bright, a tiny, fiery, tower, But before long its petals have gone, And now a dome of hope alone, White wisps spread...

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This morning, my heart beat like shoe sounds Tak, Tok, Tak, Tok, While I play the role of a gay I am scared. This afternoon, my heart sounds like a clock Tik, Tak, Tik, Tak, I am confused by hour Running like horse It suddenly flies in one gaze Things in mind easily squandered. This evening, it's getting serious It sounds like...

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Princess of the window, feline Mewzette, plotted a plan change with no regret. Not wanting to peruse dog from perch on the sill, she ventured out front door of her own free will. When Buffy the bulldog went sashaying by, Mewzette sprang into action, not batting an eye. She leaped up at doggie, not sparing a breath, but Buffy, so friendly, just...

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You smiled when you broke my heart in half You said, cheer up babe, here's my autograph Now you're the one played for a fool Oh, how sad, how cruel You swear you love me? Don't make me laugh! 2/13/23...

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