Forts Poems - Poems about Forts

...Each thing, for me, is an art and design. In each grain, I see a sign of the divine. I see and muse on each feat uniquely. I draw each line and sketch antiquity. I search, explore, and examine ......

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...Cardboard Castles You came in like thunder— wild, loud, and sharp with flame. Eyes like chaos, smile like fire, never still, and never tame. We shared a bed when we were small, built kingdo......

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...I'M REALLY SORRY TO HEAR THAT WE HAD SO MANY LAUGHS ON EVER SUBJECT BOY THE FBI SCRATCHED THIER HEADS LISTENING TO US 7 YEARS RIGHT SOMETIMES I WISH I COULD ORDER THOSE TAPES FROM JUNE 1985 TO DECEM......

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...i drew out my glittery pens and turned them into swords ready for the war against their words and my thoughts i pen down my feelings in stories and prose my ink like cannonballs aimed at the......

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...The time was between the years of 1972 or 1976 when I was thirteen to about sixteen years old. The place was "The woods behind the Westbury Sweetshop" In the town of Iselin, New Jersey, where I grew ......

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...Arise little one a new day has begun. Time to brush teeth and change clothes sit for breakfast and prayers. Slow down and breath deep. For you will miss nothing and discovery awaits. Run put your sh......

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...Rainy Days On rainy days celery sticks make pillow forts, cookies eat packs of cards, test tubes learn how to draw, vases lip sync Gloria Estefan songs, paper airplanes look at old p......

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... there were his baseball cards collected in a shoebox, his model submarines, and planes. he paced in a restless waddle from corner to corner in our bedroom. he could beat me at any game and al......

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...Bound to the rise and fall of the sun, Ending long after they begun They reach all the trees before October To treasure and bless and paint them over They are called the Leaf Painters, a myster......

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... Harris and Trump hit the stage At stake is the next US president The debate was filled with rage The debate was filled with torment It was like watching a tennis match With each participant ......

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...From Ladakh’s icy edge to Kanyakumari’s golden beach, India's soul isn’t just a place, it's within reach. Not just maps or borders, but legends, alive and loud, A rhythm, a beat, of which every cu......

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...I miss the days and nights whether sun or rain where I would run through a meadow of tall grass to reach the woods of Elm and Hickory trees where a shallow rippling stream covered limestone ro......

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...Sisters and brothers, a curious pair, Sometimes they love, and sometimes they glare. Hand in hand, they explore the world, Or argue whose flag should be unfurled. Giggles erupt over secret j......

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...In the quietness of dusk, when shadows stretch long over the fields of memory, Memories rise like reflected ghosts, wandering through the labyrinth of thoughts, Taking me back to the times of child......

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... At the end of the river's exhausted reach where swamp firmed into solid ground, there was a place the locals used as a tip. Broken, worn out stuff from clean outs, hoarded household effects......

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