Frothing Poems - Poems about Frothing

...SPRING BEACHING Wet and dry sands pleased, frothing waves compensating spring's sweet sunshine shores:- ......

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...Be not like lost leaves, blowing around in dry dirt; be as frothing waves…:- ......

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...I’m not whom You may think I am But am the who That I am And the coming To being more As the belly Of my soul Craves In hunger For div......

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... The roar, a constant thunder, not of a storm passing, but a presence, always. Green water, a deceptive calm before the plunge. A lip, vast and unforgiving, relinquishing its hold. Th......

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...I sense here some things sinister—a scent of sulphur, sulking in a sultry pit; a serpent’s hiss, expressed from space unlit; a warm spell spilling from some seething vent; I find now some thin......

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...Be not like fall leaves, Dehydrated and in dry dirt; Be as frothing waves… ......

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...Yesterday, you were two, Today, you've become one; A single string, knotted Into a bow of eternal love:- As trials and tribulations test and tease your string, The tighter the boe-knot Must ......

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...damper sound without a box fuse less high key string fret and the low beckoning saint the same slide you grew out from drink news and through lava liqour drips off damper stage and dampen......

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...Present cold damp days will soon be gone; Fresh blooming flowers will soon return; Squirrels and trees no longer apart and alone; And we’ll be happy out there with our sunburn:- Low temperature......

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...Conflict bears messages to be discerned; revelation lies in the spirit. The soul is the gatekeeper of the spirit; bear your soul and let the spirit of love flow. Forgiveness does not requ......

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...Love is so much stronger than hate… Hate aborts all that is good… Love is a pregnanc......

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...In the composing of every liberated poet of poetic justice, every pen is a freestyle composition irrespective of structural rendering of the divine birth-wording that has been......

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...For me, Penning poetic words, Is a desired labor of love; Sharing life’s awareness Of the guided wisdom Poured out of God’s cistern To wave and froth inspiration; And the beauty Of it all Is......

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...(after the painting by Vincent Van Gogh) Does she even exist? Doubting her own reality, seeing herself vanishing in undulating undergrowth, fading and merging into summer-scorched scenery. ......

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...Your energized words nourish and heal my spirit with uplifting joy... Your wisdom's cistern fills the dry cup of my soul with inspiring hope... Your enlightenment dispels dark negativeness ai......

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