Fumbling Poems - Poems about Fumbling

...Now quiet, settled, easy, leisurely through life’s affairs,—say, couched in everyday— and sipping being’s sweetest, freshest ray; Sunshine!, Sunshine! ‘midst winter’s coldest glee! Now trouble......

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..."My dear fairy, for whom do you wait, that time patina green your copper hair so it may match that door?” Though I knew, t’was you, dear friend, for upon your stoop she perched, Arms a-droop so qu......

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... Hunger for perfectly placed punga path Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed Glorious green sheens in ......

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...The old sorcerer was teaching his apprentice a lesson about the moon, but as usual the subject drifted, this time, to witches. “How would I know a witch if I saw one?” The apprentice asked. “It’s ......

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... Lost fumbling past Eden’s apple blossoms winds swirl confetti conjuring up bliz......

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...I write because I am full of feeling Fumbling through the labyrinths of my soul, A path only my blood could find As it courses through the jungles Only my veins could breed Truths my blood......

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... series of scattered suffused sufferings sprouting from shocks -stress - strain appearing off and on in agitated brain sometimes igniti......

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...was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.- Lauren Eden Topic: Light Suzette Prime: BORN WITH HOME’S LIGHT A primal spark, a nascent gleam, "Home" in the blood, a flowing ......

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... [] Fiddle sticks Yes, I missed In all the fumbling madness I tripped I rose to my feet Proceeded with belief To find A determinating measure With all the facts recieved ......

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...It was raining when I woke up early this morning and it’s expected to rain all day. The temperature outside is in the low fifties; cold and gloomy and perfectly in line with how I’m feeling. Sadnes......

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...I already understand that children grow inside two blinks, as quickly as the novel Mayfly comes to the surface to die. I'm pining for those first days again, of edentate smiles, milestones......

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...A love twisted in a high school romance, Both fixated on puppy dog eyes, Skipping classes followed by lies, Predictions to never be seperated, Only as much as parents tolerated, They would run i......

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...Morning Turns the Page Night lies softly across the beach, as delicate as a black, silken scarf, while, underneath its dark veil, the sea is blue tissue paper with whitened finger tips wrapp......

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... glistening, gently tumbling washing hearts pure, humbling resounding lights, mumbling glitter alive, flakes fumbling snow glowing bright, as I’m stumbling through the wonderful, ......

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...• Back from a lengthy trip to the clinic • Haven't taken my first injection • My hands are constantly fumbling about • Causing me to fail morning inspection • Dad finds the hormones • Ex......

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