Gaits Poems - Poems about Gaits

...Meteors fall in wastelands forgotten. Poets, bards, sing. Taciturn, red, rotten. Silver at twilight, seeing stones kept clear. Seer, grind gear in the severe atmosphere. Barren lands are kept on ......

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...Emus Emus count their gaits because giraffes threaten them to do so. ......

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...The Bull and the Matador Stalwartly, the bull gaits around the confines of the arena ring; snorting and displaying piercing horns and muscle-bulk build. For this he was bred and raise......

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... ------------------- Raging murmurs of night's incensed flame Release my soul from time's lonely contempt; I pour groans, greased bills for this secret craving That my mouth, in d......

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... A giant road is emerging. My sandy path is ready to be swallowed. Gambol, amble, ramble, saunter, stride… My way knows a variety of my gaits. This is a stamped path in my gene as an elep......

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... The wind denied the sun a gift, to caress soft cheeks... Unwelcome gusts stiffened up their gaits, through fearsome clouds sun no more peeked ......

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...The best day in New York is when The Marathon takes place, For people from all walks of life Come out to see the race. If the weather gods cooperate And it is crisp and clear, Then the multit......

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...Hat Big, small Fit to wear. Equestrian helmet Ride to wear 'orse gaits Capped......

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...This is the first poem I’ve written in many months, Since fall slid into winter snows And winds and storms And out of them into fresh approaching spring With blooming flowers, BBQs And ladies i......

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...A fine day in Cascais A beautiful spring day in Cascais, the centre full of people which I found a little disturbing. We moved slowly on old legs like weather bitten barges in a sea of jubilant......

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...Paws on the Avenue Every afternoon ‘bout half past four Paddy and I go out the door No straying from our daily ritual. Paws on Fido Avenue Happy tails of sloppy kisses unmuzzled Parade of c......

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...Pyroette like burning smoke from molten faces spring but lost on beatings thought My gapes and gaits are for your critical I care to touch a base and soul is disgraced where dogs snooped and ......

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...even its shape can be counted in segments an inhuman face and arms of different length static as it moves pulling life like sifting grass from grain moments stored in pointing gaits always wr......

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...Luckily, the languor didn't last long as a fit of spry gaits hopped into my attention and automatically carried it over------ that was a pair of fine feet in white sneakers. My eyeballs were soon cap......

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...I found a toasty taverne on a Tuesday night in Athens whose name in Greek translates as "The Good Wolf." The name resonated with me and George Harrison's solo songs poured from the speakers,......

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