Full Grown Poems - Poems about Full Grown

...our yard is creeping with dandelions clover and wild thistle growing too soon it will be camouflage for full grown lions black pumas, spotted leopards and king of the lions too......

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...Why does the sky keep falling — but never fall? Each dusk a slow descent, yet it never shatters. How do planets remember the path their fathers walked? No traffic signs, whatsoever! yet stil......

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...when I young I was well and tell my friends split ends my hair not fair but clean not mean I wash and brush my locks like ducks to say like fay I sing and swing ......

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...she rose from depths of his despair followed an artistic youthful D E A TH blue black curled ......

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...In silence lies a hidden blade, A subtle force, in shadows laid. While others shout, their voices loud, The quiet stands unbowed. Rejection’s sting, a bitter art, Yet fuels the fire within the......

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...Maternal never came natural to you But laugh we did, crazy things you would do, You caused so much angst, guilt and tension, But my mother you were, with your fair complexion, Years went by and ......

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...All over the news Rage stews Seems a war does rage People are afraid to turn the page Mankind is entering a new stage Leaders fight without heart War of the world seem about to start Finely d......

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...Hear the 15-year-old crying “Momma,” "Momma" as he lays dying Shot in D.C. Juneteenth crowd. A voice of suffering rings out loud to a country’s conscious ears, that are deaf to blood and tear......

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... Woke up yesterday morning with a dreadful thought - fall property tax was due last November and this is the end of January. I am a full-grown delinquent. I am also recently widowed; my Mister ......

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...DJ spin me hard, hit me with peppermint spit; Sick turntable bark; Break off a word and dip it, coat it in cocoa sweetness; How fast can you go? Do you have mic control? Come on let’s hear......

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...Charles Green was eight years old, and his father was a great teacher. Yet, Charlie preferred playing to school; because he was a daydreamer. The Greens lived in the town of Ivoria, where......

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...In her arms an infant wails as my daughter walks the hall soothing her new babe, and the miracle unfolds. . . Her wee one's pangs will vanish. Soon enough, brown hair, like the child's older si......

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...MY FAVOURITE TEACHER My favourite teacher is life itself Experiences help me understand What worked, and what did not Which only afterwards did I spot Learning that will extend a hand That ca......

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...RIDING ON THE CRACKED ICELAND Heat up! The cold Attic On the border to the mountain Full grown in Ice, a parking bay? On the furrow thirsty of warmth Iceberg will wait Snow! Not this nig......

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...I spent my first day of retirement chopping down small trees. Renegade brambles full of ivy and poison vines, Kansas kinds. Tripped on several of them, landing hard, without using my hands. I hear......

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